Tribulations

[Verse 1: Kaysinners]

Life's short and irrelevant. Welcome to my mind you come short as a resident . Tryna get by, goodbye to the pessimists. I wanna get by with thoughts of a better man. huh---real gold that's not better shit. Tryna get down with more that's not relevant. I wanna grow old with a spouse that's right next to me. Live up in a house that's cold, making symphonies

[Verse 2: Kaysinners]

I see my father old outside, staring at my fancy life. Then I see my wife telling me to get inside, cause my minds getting out of line saying "That's right , that's right, stab him with the knife. Take his organs out , then hit em with it twice. Throw him in the river I think that will suffice with a tag on his leg saying "He ruined my life". I don't care what they say , or if it's payday, or if my album sucks, just hit the hay then. I do this for myself. Just feel the hatred. Words help my health, they save the day and well... it's getting cold outside. Tribulations from my past, that's a toll of mines. I guess I have to put my clothes in line. With gloves in my pockets for the colder ride. I see all the crows on my 4 doors. How do I know? I see em with my eyes closed. Hoping for a dream a dream that I don't know. Making moves fast so I show what I don't show. Tryna do what I know. But you don't know. Get the dream fast and I put it on a chokehold I don't sow but I'll sow what you can't sow. Go on my road or I'll​ hit you with the low blow