no caroline -

I just like money getting stacks I want P

Telephone for me I just let that shit ring

You just keep running n you’ll never catch me (Oh yeah)

Would this bitch die for me, we could be easy

Six fall for me, I’m living dreams

No sign

No sign of my

My girl

No Caroline

Yeah I’m in

N then I’m gone

I’ll get that

Suttin knocking on the floor

I gotta move soon, i ain’t got nothing

Got a life, gotta take it back star!

Yeah you know me from back in those days

Like I know.

There ain’t nothing they can say to me

Got nothing, like how you gonna

Maybe.

(maybe)

An you’ve got that same smile

Lik you did before

You miss that late night, calling

I just lik money getting stacks I want P (One time for my niggers on the red

line)

Telephone for me I just let that shit ring

You just like money and you’re gonna like me (Oh yeah)

Would this bitch die for me, we could be easy

Six fall for me I’m living dreams

No sign

No sign of my.

My girl

No Caroline

Feelings

How you gonna breathe through

She just want a nigga with change

A nigga street enough to blow house money on chains

But I grew up on Garrowby Way

Years pouring with rain

Too busy looking to God

To see my world drowning in waves

Now it’s dark when I pray

Swimming deeper for closure

She like to divulge to her girls

But they ain’t real and that’s something she already knows

Tale of two cities

Ain’t no pity

Karma got interest for you, check check

Moving risky

Hardly discreet

I used to be holy

Loved Priscilla

Like my only, young hurt n full of dreams

Tryna clean up

Throwing dirty money at therapy

Counting down from 10

Until I wake up in the cemetery

Tales of the rest of the city

It bleed

Help me

Wild wild west, moved to grove

Tryna bury your past, first you have to bury your soul

It ain’t easy round here, when you’re living with ghosts

Some white people, black people, frame n a mirror too close

These times, friends were moving snakey

I pressed Kacey for the truth

I said tell me straight!

Cause lies echo in this room

Black boys with mental health

He had his own demons too

Bam had already just been sectioned

That shit took him out of school

We couldn’t be friends

Tryna survive

Tryna mend

Our pasts

Tryna defend

Who we thought we were

Red lights

Whilst reaching for the stars

Escaped a couple suicides

Then suicide

Life became walking a line

The long way home

For young black boys

Up north

Where now?

Who am I?

Both my parents ill

I was falling short and in denial

A pain i couldn’t feel

Sometimes my reality feels like the casino

Mother gave birth to my brother

Through her chemo

Helpless, watching life reload

Now I’m rising to the surface

Nah I need it

Treat my brother like my own

Cause his life gave me purpose

Now if she knew me

Could she love me

When it’s cold

Her love go through me

Like a knife

N its cold