Lyrics: Ryshon Jones
Music: Petyaev-Petyaev
I dropped everything to pick up the pace,
I might regret it later,
rotten apples in my fruits of labor,
note to self only you save ya.
No denying that,
the proof is on the table.
I know God doing silent favors,
don’t take em for granted,
you’ll pay for it later.
Feelings spill on the paper,
I decipner the anger.
Keep yourself in check,
And keep in mind what’ll hold you back
I’m first one to second guess,
but intentions are good I mean,
good as could be.
Good as shall be.
Inside I fold,
watching shit unfold,
what I thought was gold,
I had to ..let that go
Little did I know,
it came back tenfold.
Feeling I’m trained to be sidetracked.
I mean I only aim to be my best
on most ocacasions,
My curse is aging
I could tell you more about
But for now I’ll save it.