Lyrics Contact - Caleborate, KOTA The Friend

Contact

I could feel the sin in my lungs
The magic in my skin
The weight on my heart
The flame on my pen
The chip on my shoulder that’s stacking on ten
The blunt in my hand help me run from my friends
Oh you got a problem that shit happens often
Shouldering that tryna chase my dreams it’s so exhausting
And I got haters tryna act like there ain’t
Shit in they closet, well since we here Imma empty mine out
Let’s visit my house, no words really spoke
Just me and aunty workin to dig ourselves out of holes
I wake up everyday and roll what I got left
And if I run out I know theres some on her shelf
I know that’s fuckin low but fuckin low is where im dwellin
I gotta make it now because if I don’t theres no tellin
I was twenty-four still sleepin on floors, sneakin girls in, still peakin
through doors
They say I’m slatted to make it that’s not on this bank statement
But I never even hear them, real men stay patient
I been here 5 years grindin harder than you think man
So if, pullin me down is even close to what you thinkin
Just know I’m not afraid to die for the shit I believe in
Im gon stay forever you the one that’s gone be leavin, Im gon be heatin up and
you the one that’s gon be steamin
I realize when I wake my peace of mind might be in danger
I feel deep in my heart my biggest haters aren’t strangers
I feel they energy they judging me for claiming
But it meant to me what Oakland meant to when he was fourteen