Sorry Dad *Twenty twenty one FREESTYLE*
RIP to my father. My Best Friend. And my hero. Yes this song is depressing. Prolly all imma start doin. It's like when a car starts to overheat, and you fuckin throw on the heater full high blast, to release some of the hot air making it overheat to begin with, my brain is like the engine, too much fuckin hot air of full blast depression, with good reason, and that's why I rap. Not for fame. Not for love. And not for anyone's fuckin acceptance. I use it as ventilation for my brain and mind to make sure my mental health isnt going on too much of a decline. I rap to release some of my thoughts. When I'm all alone. And now it seems like all the time. I sit at home. Remembering. Reminiscing. Waking up. As soon as, I have tears streaming out my eyes, I cant breathe, I cant see, I start waking up screaming, for my dad, it's really bad. Any car crash that I see freaks me the fuck out hella g. I need to be. But I wont take the meds they wanna give to me, I'm an addict in the first place, and if my race is done, I wanna be in first place not taking hits of ice or hella fuckin pills. I know what's fucking real, they ain't gonna help me deal, gon help me fuckin kill, I'm an addict. Real shit. not no mo Neva goin back To that dark life. all alone crying at night, sittin under a street light it's been almost six month. I miss you dad. be safe and rest up I'll see u and I'll run. to hug you and say I'm so sorry bruh and I love you I'm a fool, I'm an alcoholic fuckin too, it's a problem, I drink when I'm not on my drugs, they so fun or they not just to be fine I should hit some clr. But I'm not going back to twenty twenty year. GN RIP BILL WRIGHT (Dad)..
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RIP to my father. My Best Friend. And my hero. Yes this song is depressing. Prolly all imma start doin. It's like when a car starts to overheat, and you fuckin throw on the heater full high blast, to release some of the hot air making it overheat to begin with, my brain is like the engine, too much fuckin hot air of full blast depression, with good reason, and that's why I rap. Not for fame. Not for love. And not for anyone's fuckin acceptance. I use it as ventilation for my brain and mind to make sure my mental health isnt going on too much of a decline. I rap to release some of my thoughts. When I'm all alone. And now it seems like all the time. I sit at home. Remembering. Reminiscing. Waking up. As soon as, I have tears streaming out my eyes, I cant breathe, I cant see, I start waking up screaming, for my dad, it's really bad. Any car crash that I see freaks me the fuck out hella g. I need to be. But I wont take the meds they wanna give to me, I'm an addict in the first place, and if my race is done, I wanna be in first place not taking hits of ice or hella fuckin pills. I know what's fucking real, they ain't gonna help me deal, gon help me fuckin kill, I'm an addict. Real shit. not no mo Neva goin back To that dark life. all alone crying at night, sittin under a street light it's been almost six month. I miss you dad. be safe and rest up I'll see u and I'll run. to hug you and say I'm so sorry bruh and I love you I'm a fool, I'm an alcoholic fuckin too, it's a problem, I drink when I'm not on my drugs, they so fun or they not just to be fine I should hit some clr. But I'm not going back to twenty twenty year. GN RIP BILL WRIGHT (Dad)..
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