Flaws

prod. Bliss Lyrics: Too much talkin’ Not enough listen Where the God This world is missin Who’d a thought We’d be the victims, Of our own, Good intentions Pullin’ cars and Off the wagon Foolish thoughts I often have em Momma hates the Cigs I’m dragin’ Imma change It’s just a habit Not an addict Just a fad a Passing phase My ass is faded. Fuck.. Not a nodder Not a tweaker Not a drunk Just high as fuck. Ambition is missin But so is the stress and I’m thinkin’ it’s better But feelin’ depressed. Blow tree like the weather- To feel like I’m blessed… Blow tree like the weather… Just to forget I-don’t really, Need-this shit. I don’t even, Feel the hit I don’t really Feel a thing That’s a fucked up Feelin’ man. Wanna fuckin’ Feel again Say today Like yesterday That Imma quit… One day I will. Before the day The smoke will kill. Start livin blessed and Feelin’ Self. Start livin less In fear of self. Aim for stars Start seein’ wealth Paint, inner world Outer fix itself Pain, how the world Learn-to change it-self I learned to stay the self Through de-structive times… Instructive lows And love the highs Tough to find The love inside But love inside Is soul, spine From so depressed To so divine I’m soaked as hell With hope for life I hope it’s real I cope with time… My people weird My people fly No evil here My people light Grateful for The day divine We grateful for This loving life We grateful for The day we die. I-don’t really, Need-a hit. I don’t even, Feel depressed I been feelin’ Focused and What a fuckin Feelin man. God I fuckin’ Feel again Love today Like yesterday I’ll never quit… This heaven sent Blessed life Live and love Love never dies