Sarob. - The up. lyrics

The up I ain't get the call back, gotta find a new job I dont want a fallback...done with bitin nujabes "i don't want a new girl." Said that sh** last year when the last sh** dropped Now elastic popped + i'm just broke like my double entendres Word to andre Wrote in the tundra of 2014 with my tongue twisted Smokin tendril f** a tip drill Why do i twitch still don't the stitch heal like Lilo Lay low when you jot it… Jarred in like leto I been down for way too long ~i've been down for way too long~ (x2) I've been down Ma sent me to see a shrink I'm 6'4" but i shrink sometimes My wrenched soul gon rinse off, so i sing sometimes—i'll tell it Don't you know my love? (x6) ~this is for everyone who know how it feels~ Brothas getting kilt don't you dread Scots? Brothas getting peeled, don't slip faam I'll be fresh as hell when the feds watch my body laying in the street for hours + they go + tell my family "nah, he wasn't sh** man" Shiver from the nosebleeds I got off that noon. tape River of my mistakes, thought that i knew tate Never tell yourself that your worth ain't worth much Because when it's said + done, you could've been in a worse state Remember me + charlie used to hoop off of hillcrest for he starting pitching, b**hin bout he needed the money + our division ain't got it Nobody got it I fought away that ambition He talking bout flipping pigeons I'm plotting them bigger visions Like grammies Now i'm static in my room, hope a gram ease I get so overwhelmed by anything I get so held by petty things + pretty things without no benefits Plenty in my head but had to carve this in my edifice: (hook)