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Blvff - Mad Summer lyrics

Artist: Blvff

album: Mad Summer


One question
Who the realest in room?
You trippin you assumin' it's you
And I be tripping if I'm thinkin it to
Like would you really have the backs of all you peoples in the back
Or put a front up hopin that the front ain't gone attack like
Is you down to ride, or is you up for leavin
When the realest ones around you be the realest ones you seein, like
Hard to see difference in the spectrum
When the actions of your idols seem to always keep you guessing like
Am I sweating from heat or am I sweating small shit
Forgetting all my blessings always focused on the wrong shit
Complaining bout the wreckage when we all the ones who caused it
I done slowly opened doors, you ain't gotta always force it
You lost it
Whole life tryna make a spot on top
Everytime I'm up yeah I'm always gettin drop
I just wanna make it dog I ain't tryna stop
I'm feelin too hot, too hot
It's a mad summer
Why you mad is it bad if I ask somethin
Why the truth always something that we can't stomach
Why can't we learn a little bit and just laugh from it
Man why's it lookin like a mad summer
Why you mad is it bad if I ask somethin
Why the truth always something that we can't stomach
Why we always tryna subtract, never add something
Ay can we add somethin?
See I done seen a lotta people sellin dream to make some capital
Make real shit for the fake gains, you actin bro
You mastered more than half the goals you after why you after more
Just take it slow, like who you do it for?
Sometimes I ask the same
They always preaching less is more than why's there more to gain?
Like who's to blame for makin us want more of everything,
Never lovin what we got
All the current see is currency, it's dirty so flirty but we flirt back
Treating every dollar like a dancer
And it's spreading worse than cancer did my paps
Never answerin' when god calls
Picked up the phone like
"Hell naw, shit you must be kiddin
Man I ain't leavin shit till I got shit to leave my children
And for you call again no disrespect but who am I kiddin
You done took a couple from me but I know that's just the system"
Like paps, I know you ain't tryna be another victim
I look around my city everyday like who's missin?
Went from always fake sad to always practice what I'm preaching
Now I'm speaking at a level you could see to keep us even
Ain't no reason for the defense
But the offense keep attacking where I'm lackin so I leave it like
Man there's a reason I guess
Just like when moms would always tell us we blessed
And I'd respond like yeah nah foreal?
Then why the fuck I'm always depressed?
I saw her stare and say just follow the steps honey it's for the best
Whole life tryna make a spot on top
Everytime I'm up yeah I'm always gettin drop
I just wanna make it dog I ain't tryna stop
I'm feelin too hot, too hot
It's a mad summer
Why you mad is it bad if I ask somethin
Why the truth always something that we can't stomach
Why can't we learn a little bit and just laugh from it
Man why's it lookin like a mad summer
Why you mad is it bad if I ask somethin
Why the truth always something that we can't stomach
Why we always tryna subtract, never add something
Ay can we add somethin?

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