Bad Year

[Intro: July]
IOF
Ohhh, my
Yeah

[Hook: July]
At home, my heat tucked, can’t go outside, man this shit is all fucked up, woah
And nobody wanna link up, weed smoke, blowin' that loud in the living room
And I kinda been sad here, so far this shit been a bad year, woah
And the shit sucked last year, but so far this shit so far been a bad year, woah

[Verse 1: July]
I been trying really really really fucking hard, and I hope you notice that this coming from the heart, yeah
Man I hate this shit, It’s crazy it’s, stupid that I put all of my faith in this
Cause shit went hit the fan, 2020 I was hoping I would be the man
But it feels like everything ain’t ever go to plan
Tryna take the summer but ain’t copping any bands
Looking at my idols jealous, I was hoping I’d be them
They say it’s coming my way, but I know shit is gon get harder before I see any change, woah
My life like I’m stuck in a maze, I walk down so many halls but I’m still stuck in one place, woah
They say shit the shit to make you think you winning, but when people block the entrance it’s hard to start new beginnings, woah
My homie saw his death before the sentence, so if you serving to protect us, then why the fuck is you killing us?

[Hook: July]
At home, my heat tucked, can’t go outside, man this shit is all fucked up, woah
And nobody wanna link up, weed smoke, blowin' that loud in the living room
And I kinda been sad here, so far this shit been a bad year, woah
And the shit sucked last year, but so far this shit so far been a bad year, woah

[Verse 2: Champ T]
Every day when I wake, cascades in my brain like man "could you do more?"
I been living with the snakes, why they takin' all the greats, goddamn I miss 24
So throw them 9s in the sky, forever immortalize all them legends that's gone too young
And all the kids terrified, we done seen our idols die, I’m sick this shit come quick
And I’m still screaming RIP to the late mac meezy, back then I was latchkey
Fast forward 2 years and we losing all your peers, 2020 like a bad dream
Cause I don't know if my work pays off, grind in silence I ain’t even took my first days off
All in, I ain’t even taking birthdays off, gotta win ‘fore my 23rd birthday, ahh

[Hook: July]
At home, my heat tucked, can’t go outside, man this shit is all fucked up, woah
And nobody wanna link up, weed smoke, blowin' that loud in the living room
And I kinda been sad here, so far this shit been a bad year, woah
And the shit sucked last year, but so far this shit so far been a bad year, woah