Tracy Flow - Tracy Gates

It's a couple things I feel I cannot tell a soul It ain't gangsta I ain't proud I let these things take my control If I'm happy Why I'm crying? Get my angels on the phone (Call em') Demons slinging quick fixes I just bought one for the low Please pick up! Please pick up! Swear I make me mad as fuck (You hear me calling) I might fall in love And lose it all just for a nut Please pick up Please pick up Swear I just don't want the bag Burning holes all in my pocket When I should just let it stack Please pick up Please pick up Fuck it Imma hit the plug He got my outlet He charge me up with the drugs I'm fucked up I'm fucked up Now I feel like I'm okay Why is that my go-to When I'm not feeling like Goku I roll up and hit this Pro Tools Write to give you these vocals Life had siphoned my whole mood All to ripen my old moves Sights on Christ and his old moves Life and light that's new produce Wouldn't see if I showed you It's something you gotta go through I'm rollin rollin rollin I ain't slept in weeks Yo bitch keep calling Keep sweating me I wanna stay focused Got damn them cheeks I know I'm bogus I'm gone smash this freak Take a drink make it easy No chase My girl at home Hit yo place She blowin up my phone You know May Is hot as hell And so shade Keep me cool and stuck In my old ways Spending every dime Just to blow haze Man y'all really don't know Trey My plug worth a milli on his off day It's a couple things I feel I cannot tell a soul It ain't gangsta I ain't proud I let these things take my control If I'm happy Why I'm crying? Get my angels on the phone (Call em') Demons slinging quick fixes I just bought one for the low Please pick up! Please pick up! Swear I make me mad as fuck (You hear me calling) I might fall in love And lose it all just for a nut Please pick up Please pick up Swear I just don't want the bag Burning holes all in my pocket When I should just let it stack Please pick up Please pick up Fuck it Imma hit the plug He got my outlet He charge me up with the drugs I'm fucked up I'm fucked up Now I feel like I'm okay Why is that my go-to When I'm not feeling like Goku I roll up

There's a cloud There's a cloud Blue sky darkening That veils the light of the sun And foretells the rain There's a bird There are birds And some are singing To greet every new day that may come Like the first of spring It is cold It is cold I've had the feeling At the heart and in the core The root of all things But there's a bud there's a bulb It will be blooming To greet every new day that may come Like the first of spring Spring Spring It is late It is late As I watch waiting It will go come turn away The cycle cycling There's a face with new eyes A baby crying Who'll greet every new day that may come Like the first of spring Like the first of spring Like the first of spring Like the first of spring

Why do the babies starve There's enough food to feed the world Why when there're so many of us Are there people still alone Why are the missiles called peace keepers When they're aimed to kill Why is a woman still not safe When she's in her home Love is hate War is peace No is yes We're all free But somebody's gonna have to answer Time is coming soon Amidst all these questions and contradictions There're some who seek the truth But tell me why do the babies starve There's enough food to feed the world Why when there're so many of us Are there people still alone Why are the missiles called peace keepers When they're aimed to kill Why is a woman still not safe When she's in her home Love is hate War is peace No is yes And we're all free But somebody's gonna have to answer The time is coming soon When the blind remove their blinders And the speechless speak the truth Tell me why do the babies starve There's enough food to feed the world Why when there're so many of us Are there people still alone And why are the missiles called peace keepers When they're aimed to kill Why is a woman still not safe When she's in her home Love is hate War is peace No is yes We're all free

Some things never change Never switch on gang On a plane shit I wake up in a different state Shit ain't same Since you left my heart been cold like space Plane Jane Gotta flood my roley face Eating great like a fat kid like to my face Skinny with the racks like to stuff my safe I can't trust hoes niggas I can't trust your mans Niggas ask for handouts like father stretch my hands Gotta keep it on me Reminiscing how a nigga got the reaper on me Niggas round fake yea them fucking niggas phony Cooling on me say she love me but a nigga lonely Stuck up in my ways Stuck up in my ways Some things never change Some things never change Pop the xannies sip the lean I'm tryna hide the pain In the Bentley switching lanes hockey ice the chain Stuck up in my ways Stuck up in my ways Some things never change Some things never change Pop the xannies sip the lean I'm tryna hide the pain In the Bentley switching lanes hockey ice the chain Gates