Broken bread and broken promises.
I lost money, lost friends.
*, I guess I must get on with it.
False dreams ain't what it seems.
Somebody conned a kid.
My fans are onto me about running away
like I conned a brick.
It's all real.
And the man him had to spectate.
Reasoning with books about the violence.
But I settle ways.
If I'm sliding, then he's sliding, bro.
Segways.
Spinner man, like we poked a hole.
And now I'm Segway.
I don't need the fame.
I just want the wealth.
Haunted by my pen.
That's how you really know I write myself.
My fans are reaching out,
telling me about the ways I helped.
I'm barely getting by myself.
So you do all that * yourself.
I had a fan message me,
telling me I changed his life.
I bought the line, saved his life.
But he was thinking suicide.
All I said was safe, my guy.
You know we're the same, my guy.
A blessing or a curse that my pain rhymes.
And I'm a passenger of pain.
Man,
I tell you to this day,
we're all alone in this together.
And I ain't trying to copy Dave.
And when you hear a foreign language,
you won't understand the phrase.
But when you understand the depths,
you'll understand me when I say.
Man, I need to run away.
Not to fight another day.
Man,
I had to run away so I don't have to feel this way.
This * is long like summer days.
I ain't been shot.
I ain't been shaved.
I can still tell you about pain.
My dark thoughts are full of page.
I went looking for the truth.
And now I'm looking for a you.
Told me she gone pray for me when she know she a sinner too.
But that's just how ladies move.
From the days of picking fruit,
don't want the one that's good for you.
Pick the berry with the juice.
I know life moves on.
And dark days, they're gonna pass me by.
See me out in public, fake a smile.
And then I pass you by.
You see,
they play my songs when it's time to cry.
When it's time to question life and all the reasons why.
It's broken bread and broken promises.
I lost money, lost friends.
*, I guess I must get on with it.
False dreams, it ain't what it seems.
And when they call the kid,
my fans are onto me about running away.
Like I'm on the brick.
It's all real.
And the man I'm had to spectate.
Reasoning with folks about the violence.
But I set a ways.
If I'm slider, then he's sliding.
Bro said, wait, I'll spin a man.
Like we poked a hole in our Segway.