Chuuwee - Brick Mansions lyrics

[Intro] I think this would be the closest thing to teardrops.. sh** sounds, exactly like pain [Verse 1] Ay Hello bare Hell, goodbye Heaven The false prophet, I burn like 9/11 In the nighttime fall Pushed past the series 7 like I never got to own no car Gotta do better, this is My open letter to the public of forgetters Soul-searchin' through the rain, sleet Snow, any weather, come down selector I thrive to be high Keeps me sane in my mind You can smell it on my sweatshirt How many cash cows can I milk in my network? Or will I get the chance to really obtain a net-worth? Can't go a day without wakin' feelin' pestered I steady feel complacent can't execute my measures And if I die now Keep it real how I feel I don't think i'd get a R.I.P Tweet nor a sweatshirt Life is a b**h and i'm trying not to sweat her Karma don't exist and i'm trying to forget her [Verse 2] For every dime i sold And every lie I told To every dime I told it, just know That I was mentally focused, on a goal But you always try to play you don't know this And wonder why you can't be the one who was closest All you ever wanna do is cuddle on the sofa If I could make a move to bring you just a bit closer The hustle isn't something anyone could approach You must always remain dolo as to not f** dough ugh How do you make cheese when social status is king? Publicist on the rage, but they ain't postin' a thing I open up my heart with a pistol and let it sink My bandcamp money was poppin' for 40-weeks Now i'm, lonely as I started the departed Who's only main focus was his money and his artistry Friendships are highly overrated when i'm part of them Rather be alone in the rain blunt sparkin this