Fyre - Issues lyrics

{Swa*k} f** an [E*TRADE?], I just want some good weed f** a Penthouse, I just want a ba** f** the world and this land I'm just try'na get kicked, so kick the bullsh** the f** out my face We all got issues, and I know I stay blunted Respond to b**hes like we respond to dogs But f** with one and ya prolly f** a hundred I rather waste my time shattering the law [live in the levant?] is a hell for these eyes, man So while you imagine a land far away A hammock in [disguise?], [taken ??] stride And I believe i'm stuck there today I've got no worries, but my emotion's wild In the cool place bounded behind bars Picture the sun runnin' out of style Now picture a bull with the face of a star Maybe a beast or unsecured cowards Just the [light spread?] for our tracks f** the world, I'll take [?] it's power And you can bet I plan on never comin' back {Stefan Burnett} Metronology You can say what you want, you can do what you please People try to tell me that what I believe Is nothing but a selfish way to put my mind at ease But hell is a reality for people who can't see It's what they want when in need Of something to stop the pain Use to allow people to [?? shot of brain?] Produce like chronic seeds In the wildest of plains Let go of the leeches, so now I ride alone

Learnin' from the secrets, [light? blazin'?? dome?] Whether I have a million dollars, but I'd leave it all at home My eyes are on tomorrow, and my faith is all I own Self-respect cannot be borrowed, [but I'll?] take it out on loan Blazin' my trail of fire everywhere I choose to go Freedom is my only desire, d**h's something I'll never know My sense of reasonin' inspires me to [?] without control As I prepare to retire from this world obsessed with gold {G Rider} Ride to the eight, taunting all ya hate Flirtin' with fate with the tendency to desecrate Accurate my thought process Smoke an herb, grow my sunshine west Blessed and I'm thankful though it doesn't always show Seems I'm not comfortable unless I'm on the go Redemption and forgiveness, resurrection desperation Corruption, what is this, [discretion's?] invitation Embracin' what I can But I'm still just a man, start to finish Strive until diminished Yeah, you know i'm in this Neatness, sweetness Infected the need for completeness Zoned out, where am I pushin' myself Trippin' when I'm dippin' for more wealth A man has to work, and work is just a hustle Creativity and will, spill my thoughts and bust slow Drop more plots, shot-off knock [another?] map [? praps?] in the clock