Wyler Adair - My All lyrics
[Wyler Adair - My All lyrics]
Woke up here at 9am
Another shitty day, ok, here we go again
On The Search for something real
Everyday just constantly taking the pill
Don't tell me to calm down, I'm chill
I'm just spitting the facts like Meek Mill
Oh, I bet you didn't expect that
Pretty good intro
You really should respect that
You can try and inspect that
Just know that I really did check that
I've been working hard
Making songs with more than a couple bars
I don't need to spend money on nice cars
Hold on a sec, pause it's that time again
Time to drive the hate train
With my very good friend
He's called Lucifer, have you met him before?
He'll tear you down like a whore
I've been bringing in the numbers
But I still feel the same
Clout don't mean a fucking thing man
Get that shit out your brain
You could be the richest motherfucker but
You still can't defeat the pain
Clout, money, bitches, drugs
It don't mean a fucking thing
Don't celebrate my birthday
Cos my feelings are all grey
Put my mind on display
Always living life in a bad way yeah
I'm a master of rhymes
Cannot tell you how many times
That I've hit rewind but I have to decline
All your raps
Cos they ain't better than mine yeah
Always tired uninspired
Not desired not required
Just expired bad attire
No supplier built empire
Michael Myers woo
Obsessing over my obsessions
I've learnt way too many lessons
I cannot deal with my depressions
I count up all my blessings
Then turn them all into curses
One day I'll be at the surface
But even right now I'm nervous
Tell me God, what is my purpose?
To write out these verses?
Tell you my curses? Close all the curtains
Tighten my circle this shit universal
But I still can't be cheerful damn
Another shitty day, ok, here we go again
On The Search for something real
Everyday just constantly taking the pill
Don't tell me to calm down, I'm chill
I'm just spitting the facts like Meek Mill
Oh, I bet you didn't expect that
Pretty good intro
You really should respect that
You can try and inspect that
Just know that I really did check that
I've been working hard
Making songs with more than a couple bars
I don't need to spend money on nice cars
Hold on a sec, pause it's that time again
Time to drive the hate train
With my very good friend
He's called Lucifer, have you met him before?
He'll tear you down like a whore
I've been bringing in the numbers
But I still feel the same
Clout don't mean a fucking thing man
Get that shit out your brain
You could be the richest motherfucker but
You still can't defeat the pain
Clout, money, bitches, drugs
It don't mean a fucking thing
Don't celebrate my birthday
Cos my feelings are all grey
Put my mind on display
Always living life in a bad way yeah
I'm a master of rhymes
Cannot tell you how many times
That I've hit rewind but I have to decline
All your raps
Cos they ain't better than mine yeah
Always tired uninspired
Not desired not required
Just expired bad attire
No supplier built empire
Michael Myers woo
Obsessing over my obsessions
I've learnt way too many lessons
I cannot deal with my depressions
I count up all my blessings
Then turn them all into curses
One day I'll be at the surface
But even right now I'm nervous
Tell me God, what is my purpose?
To write out these verses?
Tell you my curses? Close all the curtains
Tighten my circle this shit universal
But I still can't be cheerful damn