作词 : Craig Balmoris

作曲 : Craig Balmoris

I hope you find some peace of mind in this lifetime

(Tell them, tell ‘em, tell them the truth)

I hope you find some paradise

(Tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em—tell them your—)

I’ve been goin’ through somethin’

1,855 days

I’ve been goin’ through somethin’

Be afraid

What is a bitch in a miniskirt?

A man in his feelings with bitter nerve

What is a woman that really hurt?

A demon, you're better off killing her

What is a relative making repetitive narratives on how you did it first?

That is a predator hit reverse

All of your presidents evil thirst

What is a neighborhood rectable?

That is a snitch on a pedestal

What is a house with a better view?

A family broken invariables

What is a rapper with jewelry?

A way that I show my maturity

What if I call on security?

That mean I'm calling on God for purity

I went and got me a therapist

I can debate on my theories and sharing it (Woah)

Consolidate all my comparisons

Humble enough because time is imperative (Woah)

Starting to feel like there's only one answer to everything, I don't know where it is (Woah)

Popping a bottle of Claritin (Woah)

Is it my hate or my arrogance? (Woah)

Shaking and moving, like, what am I doing? I'm flipping my time through the Rolodex

Indulging myself and my life and my music, the world that I'm in is a cul-de-sac

The world that we in is just menacing

The demons portrayed as religion is

I wake in the morning, another appointment, I hope the psychologist listenin'

The new Mercedes with black G Wagon

The way you front, man, it was all for rap

I was 28 years young, 20 mill’ in tax

Bought a couple of mansions, just for practice

500 in jewelry, chain was magic

Never had it in public, late reaction

50K to cousins, post a caption

Pray none of my enemies hold me captive

I grieve different

I grieve different (Huh)

I met her on the third night of Chicago

North America tour, my enclave

Fee-fi-fo-fum—she was a model

Dedicated to the songs I wrote in her Bible

Eyes like green penetratin' the moonlight

Hair done in a bun, energy in the room like

Big Bang for theory, God, hopin' you hear me

Phone 'bout to ring, but tell the world I'm busy

Fair enough, green eyes said her mother didn't care enough

Sympathize when her daddy in a chain gang

Her first brother got killed, he was 21

I was nine when they put the mud in the grave

Heart broken when I (?) and say goodbye

Chad left his body after we facetimed

Green eyes said you'd be okay, first to assess the pain away

I grieve different

I grieve different (Huh)

The new Mercedes with black G Wagon

The way you front, man, it was all for rap

I was 28 years young, 20 mill’ in tax

Bought a couple of mansions, just for practice

500 in jewelry, chain was magic

Never had it in public, late reaction

50K to cousins, post a caption

Pray none of my enemies hold me captive

So what, paralyzed, the county buildin' controlled us

I bought a Rolex watch, I only wore it once

I bought infinity pools I never swimmed in

I watched Keem buy four cars in four months

You know the family dynamics on repeat

The insecurities locked down on PC

I bought a 2-2-3, nobody peace treat

You won't doo-doo me, I smell TNT

Dave bought him a Porsche, so I bought a Porsche

Paid lottery for it, I ain't want it in portions

Poverty was the case—but the money wipin' the tears away

I grieve different

(Everybody grieves different)

(Everybody grives different)

I grieve different (Huh)