Kamwroteit, DO NOT USE IN EMPTY FIELDS - Amen lyrics
[Kamwroteit, DO NOT USE IN EMPTY FIELDS - Amen lyrics]
Man, it's been so much on my mental
I just been sitting here fiddling
With the pen and
While y'all sitting round playing
Round with y'all life
Been dealing with stress the
Size of this planet
Chickenheads playing round on my phone
I can’t stand it
Around me showing me fake love
Make me want to do what OJ
Did and put on the glove
But my spirit won’t let me petty
But I stay ready
For any static cause these they love test me
And I’m starting to feel like
They thinking I’m sweet but it’s cool
Cause this walk wasn’t made for the weak
All made in His image
But He made me a lil betta
I may be hella short but He
Made me way mo cleva
Cause everybody from Atlanta rhyme and
But, I can guarantee nobody
Here rhymes like this
Cause my passion for the music goes
Way deeper than the art
Y’all rapping for some jewels
But I’m writing from my heart
If you ain’t writing with purpose
Then what the you rapping for
Cause, I done felt some I
Ain’t tryna feel no mo
My cousin died tryna feed his family, crazy
My other cousin walking 28 and a baby
Some people be thinking this is a game
But it’s all fun in the game
Till you start feeling the pain
Then that pain turns to trauma that
You’re forced to deal with
Now you tryna get revenge but that don’t heal
Temporary relief in this weed
In them swishers
But that don’t help after a while
So here come the liquors
Now you tryna find a new high
That supplies you a new lie
You know something subtle that’ll do
Enough to get by
That’s where music comes in, it saved my life
I use writing like a virtue that
I treat like a vice i can’t help it
It gives me the same feeling as rolling dice
That lucky seven or eleven
Got me feeling nice and I bet I hit it twice
Like how lighting strikes this earth
And I’m deep in my bag like
A hairpin in her purse
And I’m too cool, so how could I ever skirt
And I’m spazzin' too so excuse me if I blurt
And she think I’m cute
So excuse her if she flirt
And all my exes want me back, that gotta hurt
But it’s on to the next, I stomp when I step
No subtweetin' so when I speak it’s direct
Always giving my all, I record then I rest
If you got a problem with me
Talk to God and be blessed amen
Woo amen
Amen
I just been sitting here fiddling
With the pen and
While y'all sitting round playing
Round with y'all life
Been dealing with stress the
Size of this planet
Chickenheads playing round on my phone
I can’t stand it
Around me showing me fake love
Make me want to do what OJ
Did and put on the glove
But my spirit won’t let me petty
But I stay ready
For any static cause these they love test me
And I’m starting to feel like
They thinking I’m sweet but it’s cool
Cause this walk wasn’t made for the weak
All made in His image
But He made me a lil betta
I may be hella short but He
Made me way mo cleva
Cause everybody from Atlanta rhyme and
But, I can guarantee nobody
Here rhymes like this
Cause my passion for the music goes
Way deeper than the art
Y’all rapping for some jewels
But I’m writing from my heart
If you ain’t writing with purpose
Then what the you rapping for
Cause, I done felt some I
Ain’t tryna feel no mo
My cousin died tryna feed his family, crazy
My other cousin walking 28 and a baby
Some people be thinking this is a game
But it’s all fun in the game
Till you start feeling the pain
Then that pain turns to trauma that
You’re forced to deal with
Now you tryna get revenge but that don’t heal
Temporary relief in this weed
In them swishers
But that don’t help after a while
So here come the liquors
Now you tryna find a new high
That supplies you a new lie
You know something subtle that’ll do
Enough to get by
That’s where music comes in, it saved my life
I use writing like a virtue that
I treat like a vice i can’t help it
It gives me the same feeling as rolling dice
That lucky seven or eleven
Got me feeling nice and I bet I hit it twice
Like how lighting strikes this earth
And I’m deep in my bag like
A hairpin in her purse
And I’m too cool, so how could I ever skirt
And I’m spazzin' too so excuse me if I blurt
And she think I’m cute
So excuse her if she flirt
And all my exes want me back, that gotta hurt
But it’s on to the next, I stomp when I step
No subtweetin' so when I speak it’s direct
Always giving my all, I record then I rest
If you got a problem with me
Talk to God and be blessed amen
Woo amen
Amen