Taste

Ride into the fires of feelings
I'm tired of breaking and healing
Wish I could fly off a building
Into a sky full of the realist
Niggas
Push to the limit
Like it's a game or a scrimmage
No don't play
I ain't feeling the ways
They play I'ma villain
Cause I'm a speak what I'm knowing
Murdered love
Now it's snowing
But I been cold
You just frozen
Stuck in ya ways
I been pushing
Trying
Grinding
I'm dying for better days
They ain't keeping up with my pace
I take off and
I'm out your way
Been bleeding out tryna find
Why niggas be worth the time
I really just rather die
Than bottle up what's inside
I sigh
See in your eyes
That you ain't ready to ride
Can't see
You got a dime
So blinded from what's inside
That's fine
But ima shine
A diamond up on the rise
I stand out cause it's my time

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