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myself - peter $un lyrics

infatuations i’m still vacant
we seeking guidance
we finding patience
i’m always workin’
i miss vacations
i miss my son, miss my moms
happy belated
look
i nearly made it to graduation
shout out to to miss smith to crips to scakotrasy (ay!)

g’s see the 80s
dont no b*tch play me
i dont give no time to anything that doesn’t pay me

they see it work out
they seen the work in
they love to talk about what they ain’t doing (sh*t)
for what it’s worth tho
the sh*t don’t ever add up
that hate don’t get you paid much
i’m in the things that matter apala

sack of weed
then i smoke it to myself
too i don’t feel like the realest n*gga left
cop the neck it too tone
had to rest it on my chest (uh)
i ain’t wait i had to do it my self
x2
never complacent
been through the phases (uh)
say this is a cycle, switching gear
and rippin pavement look
from church to saviours
pray when yall need somethin
pray that i don’t need nothin’
pray for my seeds coming
back like my keys in it
left but can’t stay from it
they say its a race to them
look i set the pace for it
they had the weight came ,early stayed late for it (look)
n*ggas do what they got to tell a grave for it (uh)

but seen me work out
i put that work in (uh)
they always talk about what they are doing (sh*t)
for what its worth tho’
the sh*t don’t ever add up
that hate don’t get you paid much
i’m in the things that matter apala

sack of weed
then i smoke it to myself
too i don’t feel like the realest n*gga left
cop the neck it too tone
had to rest it on my chest (uh)
i ain’t wait i had to do it myself
x2

- peter un lyrics

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