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Exchange of my thoughts


At End of the day, i'ma go make this money

then go ahead & make something shake.

Life can be a risky ride in circles but I go at steady pace.

seek no competition cause there's no opposition

worth no recognition, just keep it pushing

turn the key cause those are the keys to starting the transmission.

So on this drive to striving best interest no code to pin in

sooo many voices in my head I swear that I be tripping

feeling of blue, soo many tears up in my pillow

nah i'm not sinking

Gotta go and meditate bc all of these ill thoughts cloud up my mental

like i've gotta change the way that I've been thinking

like what's the reason

could be on trial but God knows that's not my heart's intentions.

They look at me and seem tickled about these pickles I keep taking dips in

Only a fool would know you sad but advise you put your lip in.

Exchange of thoughts of my mind frame

not even in prime yet but it's about time my time came

Patience is the key to the game

Best believe that. all the doubts and pissy pouts yes indeed I had to feed in

Big on independence bc I hate to see myself in need and

mood swings on swole, haven't seen my therapist

I should probably set up a meeting.

But I leave it to God, before I get lost in the cod

Had to pray that he break every chain that had me hanging on rods

And  i'm quick to forgive but nah I havven't forgot

But who am I to be judging anyone

with still some thorns in my sides.

so I let go the pride and do solemnly swear that if I told you that I still care

how you'd say that yea you'd be there to ride.

Exchange of my thoughts could leave you all shocked

I could be right but you want me wrong

so I look down and I frown

could'nt lie about how I feel 

but then same folks who'd teach you the formula just might leave you in drought

self esteem up and down, kinda low due to the doubt

But i'm a Queen unlike some that's why they tug for my crown

And every "L" they swear I took

Yea I had to start from the ground

And I don't party like I could cause they know i'm standing there looking around

Anxiety breathing on my neck, that's why I stay away from the crowds

so i'd be better off in my shit, steady smoking a pound

& MaryJ is the bae, she keep me walking on clouds.

 

 

 

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