VTWO - Flatline lyrics

*gasps for air three times [Verse 1] Pete B for born again, but far from Christian Milwaukee Wisconsin that where I'm livin' Came a long way, got these problems that's within Smoke trees Boo? Yup, well that's a given Turn around let me see what I be hittin' To peep that y'all need x-ray goggles Sip too many high life's minds feelin' boggled Stacks playin buck buck 'til they just topple Gonna keep it a hundred, no frontin' I see you checkin my wrist Ain't it somethin hunny? Put it work, I don't f** with hand out money Ain't into being bummy Oh no, need to talk to the truth some more Yall don't know the sh** I was in Bags of weed under bottles of gin Cups of lean filled to the brim Hydrocodone next to them When y'all can copy someone Why try and correct them Just like how Vanilla Sky was the first Inception Always been myself man, since time of conception Nothin' ever less than Me, yep yep its Pete B Gotta take the fitted off just so I can see Y'all same ones that left me in a hurry Remember when I couldn't breathe And sh** was gettin blurry I coulda gave up, yep there once was a time When I thought I, I thought I would flatline [Verse 2] Just a young man, constant dreams of heaven Do he got a plan? Muh' f** I got eleven Y'all can plan all you want, just end up to be lies Blueprint it all you want, but plan to be surprised You can call me Petey gotta keep the 3 y's Cuz I can, cuz I gotta, cuz I'm f**in gon' get it Things in my head, make no sense until I spit it And If I spit it then I live it They bullsh** him, leave him livid That's why I Green Bay pack the bat into my dugout Take another hit so I won't freak the f** out Shout out to my old hoes Like they Kennith Cole broke Women gave me no time Coulda invested my whole soul Now women like wholesale They can just stand in line Cuz I keep the best of dimes This sh** so cold, make past b**hes flatline [Verse 3] Just a student who stuck himself in the studio Spanish kid got sk**s call him Ricky Rubio Upgrade to maserati cuz that Benz is too slow I started makin music, cuz my ends was too low Couldn't work no f**in' desk job, answering phones Tryin to be different then y'all, you f**as is clones Big ups to VTWO at H.B.U Put me on the beat, man that sh** is true I can't rush this, I can't be no fool All in due time, dyslexia in time due So much stress puts pressure on my mind Got ya boy speaking backwards like Flatline-Tryna-Not-I'm I'm tryin not to flatline But I'm gon' do one thing That's let the f**in beat ride [Outro] I know I'm a man but I'm only as strong as I am And I'm weak Don't know how many times I would get home and drop to my knees And then I pray To God give me some strength, just get me through this, or just take me away Away....away