Lyrics Cam Meekins – Communicate
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Yo, got a lot on my mind still, just tryin’ to chill
Now I’m fifty on the wine bill, it’s my deal
Rollin’ joints when I wake up, baked up
Time for me to get this cake up, they hate us
Growing up, I used to steal shit, to feel rich
Now I’m gettin’ to the money now, it’s funny how
They just love you when you’re on the ground
But when you up, they don’t fuck with you
They wanna throw your ass a line
I got trust issues
They wanna see you try to get it, but you’re stuck tryin’
Don’t wanna see you reach the top, ‘Cause they’re like, «What am I then?»
I feel like I figured out life at a young age
That’s why I’m gettin’ high and writing words on the page
Tryin’ to reflect and leave some letters for my dying days
‘Cause when I’m gone, you gon’ remember all the bars sprayed
Shit got me thinkin’ lately, what I’ll be remembered for
I hope these people hear my songs and see they’re so much more
It ain’t about fuckin’ with bitches when I’m out on tour
It’s about spreading the message, even after score
‘Cause we been fighting for too long, they been pickin’ sides
We ain’t got love in this society, just gettin’ by
How we gon’ have all this technology, but never try
To make it better for the people struggling inside
I think we need some better leaders, maybe I’m the guy
So many fighting for they rights, know I stand with you
There’s so much evil in the world, what kind of man is you?
If you ain’t standin’ up and sayin’ these some real issues
Fuck out of here with all this nonsense shit-talkin’
There’s people out there on the streets just tryin’ to get some coffee
I got some demons in my head, sometimes that shit exhausts me
But I’ma push through it
Yo, got a lot on my mind still, just tryin’ to chill
Now I’m fifty on the wine bill, it’s my deal
Rollin’ joints when I wake up, baked up
Time for me to get this cake up, they hate us
Love you when you wear no make-up, it’s real shit
Growing up, I used to steal shit, to feel rich
Now I’m gettin’ to the money now, it’s funny how
They just love you when you’re on the ground
Yo, smoke on the dude, know your lungs won’t collapse
I come from the era where you had to spit facts
Make that shit slap, make a difference with your words
And just sit back, and watch the money pile up
I’m screamin’ «Fuck Donald Trump» while I swerve in the six
Made a promise to myself: I’ll either die or get rich, and I ain’t dead yet
I’m paranoid, I keep a weapon where my head rests, yo
I got a lot on my mind still, just tryin’ to chill
Now I’m fifty on the wine bill, that’s
?
She gon’ say she gotta move on, I’m too gone
Too much shit I’m tryin’ to prove wrong, I’m too strong
And my head stands silent, my minds bent
What’s that shit you’re gettin’ high with? That’s my spliff
I just hope we see some better days, I’m in the shade
I just think we need some better ways, communicate, yeah
