Yonos - Tabula Rosa Lyrics

Lookin at my life I did a lot of wrong
Momma always told me I wont be here long
They dont even know but its they favorite song
Put me put me on your radio
Got em Screamin like yeah

Back in the place where I used to live
Back when a dad was use a less
I was the kid in the back of the class
With a pen and a pad and a dream for this music ish
I used to be a way better writer when I wanted to be famous for the rhymes that I spit
Lookin at the mirror wit my hand and a brush in the shape of a mic in my fist
Take a trip down memory lane
Thinkin that nothin would ever be the same
Lookin at the future that reminds of the pain
Through the eyes of the sane i remain in my lane like yeah
Like yeah like yeah
Feelin like I never fell in love
Fill in the blanks with prescriptions and many drugs
Got the permission from the father up above
He yellin yeah?
Aw yeah aw yeah
We rock like yeah
Pick a pocket like damn
Shawty drop it drop it like bam
Pick it back up wit yo self esteem
Cant lower that just to sell your dreams
I got a million reasons to be savin green
Got no feels in my heart it seems
Damn
Thats the way it goes
Beautiful girls turned into hoes
Smart guys turned into ghosts
And nice guys that goin ghost
Im so close to my comatose
Three shots from a drunken post
One blunt from bein toasted
White guy with a ton of soul like yeah

Lookin at my life I did a lot of wrong
Momma always told me I wont be here long
They dont even know but its they favorite song
Put me put me on your radio
Got em Screamin like yeah

Back in the place where I used to dwell
Back when my life was a living hell
Matt in his room with a prayer under covers
Prayin lord dont lemme see a cell
And im gone
Man Im gonna fall
What if I dont care at all
What if I just wanna ball
What if I dont wanna crawl
Back to the starting line
At the nine mile
Lookin back on my life
When will I smile
Sadder than a kid
Packed into a van
Takin off again
Back to the trap house
Trapped in adoption
Feels like an auction
On to the next ones
I dont have an option
Pack up my bags
Put my shirts and my socks in
Take all my shoes
And I throw em in the closet
Layin down then I blast off
Mind is gone and my masks off
Blaze it with me while I spark
Ideas freer than my talk
Chia chia im growin
Need a reason to roll it
Feel the feelin of floatin
My lyrics is potent
They dont really feel me tho
Put me in rotation change your station to a tv show
They just steady hatin
They gon see me in a minute bro
Flyin in the fast lane
Rappin I aint got no brain
They just think that im insane

I feel the demon inside comin out I gotta feed him
They dont know where matt is I dont think I need him
Pick your favorite rapper send him to the slaughter singin
Lookin for me but im gone now
Aint nobody else wanna come round
When I find a beat and I rip a flow
I feel redeemed from my sins now
I fall down and I cry out
They dont see why im high now
I fly to make sure that I dont drown
Experience death for myself