​​cat got my tongue

[Verse 1]
Cat got my tongue, it’s like I can’t speak or something
I don’t talk shit, I just let the speaker bump
I get cold in the brick, so I let my heater run
I turn cold when I switch, think I let the demon won
I see goals on my wrist, thank God I ain’t bleeding none
Make some time to come and see your son
Waiting on some shit that didn’t come
Praying for some shit I didn’t want
Made it through the styx, I didn’t run
Standing on the edge, I didn’t jump
Made it off the ship we could’ve sunk
Dropping off some dick I couldn’t front
Coupled with the money and the stuff
Is it just the money that you want
Problems right bеhind when money’s tough
Scary it might nevеr be enough
How you know you haven’t seen enough

Oh yeah (oh yeah), oh oh
Oh yeah (oh yeah), oh oh
Oh yeah (oh yeah), oh oh
Oh yeah (oh yeah), oh oh

[Verse 2]
Look at all the signs you left me, guess that wasn’t enough
Thankful for the times you left me alone, it made me tough
Thinking bout it late night kept me up
Think I learned my lesson, let me up
Think I paid my karma, let me love
Just don’t give me up
I don’t need your ass to wish me well, just wish me luck
We been working well, she keep me fed, I keep her fucked
I don’t show the cards I got in hand, I keep them tucked
I done spent way too much time on Earth, come beam me up
And I like girls with vibes that make me feel like they could beat me up
Bet it hurt when you see me up
From the dirt like seeds, yeah
Bet it hurt when you bring me up
Prolly hurt like me, yeah
Prolly hurt when he ring me up
He ain’t work like me, yeah
But you probably won
This is not a life you really want
Told my bro to stop playing with guns
They done fucked up way too many sons
We done fucked up way too many ones
Guess I’m paying for lunch
I cop the pack and it came with a bunch
Smelling like I ran over a skunk
Hope the police don’t open the trunk
Meanwhile, they faking the funk
Ain’t you tired of playing the punk
In the studio, say what I want
Off the julio, play in your guts
I be talking her through while she coming
You’d be stupid to think it’s a one
If my brothers in here then we jumping
If I’m saying I did it, I done it
Ain’t no reason for lying you dummy

[Verse 3]
Huh, huh, lemme take a look inside you
Post traumatic had me looking on the inside, yeah
Didn’t know I had it ‘til I looked in the inside, yeah
I’d let you grab me, but I’m shaking on the inside, yeah
I’d let you have it, I would let you get the entire
I’m never flashy, maybe a diamond on my incisor
And this duality is reality, really a mixed child
What happened to me that rapping really making me this tired