Werd
Werd - Its Aw Yours lyrics
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[Werd:] Yeah Werd S.O.S. and I don't do this for me I do this for you it's all yours ken it's for you I said to myself I don't like this I said to myself I ain't like this But oh hell man let's recite this Because your the one thing in my life that's priceless When it's dark your the brightest The shine of light that I need to write this Your so righteous let's go mic this Come with me hold tight like vices I used to get so nervous Just want you and I know that's selfish And I know I am far from perfect So maybe your love I don't deserve it But I love this thing Get on one knee just to show you a ring You don't want me and it's just a fling Then hold up wait just let me sing like ok Why you think that I do this Because I was told that I would be useless I just drink and I think that I'm clueless Why the hell did I put myself through this Why make music When at the end of the day it makes you sick But you did choose it You can't complain if you can't do it And your lifes your mic Your pen when write all your pain and strife Swear to god man it like It's all yours [x3] You know me but you ain't met me And sometimes you just forget me I want to show you me you won't let me Because you ain't got the time to check me So what do I do Not saying I'm the best that's up to you But it's down to me and what I do So check out Werd man check what's new Yeah and I ain't got to prove shit When you still write bars saying that you sick But if you just make music Then you get a tick from me like just do it Swoosh run tracks like Nike'ies But to get in that race it ain't likely No and they don't like me But no single I'm still B-side you And we could be together Till then I be forever In love with the useless pitch In love with what this music biz You know what music is Just a release for my usual stress Yes I'm a usual mess So I just do what I do best Why you think that I do this Because I was told that I would be useless I just drink and I think that I'm clueless Why the hell did I put myself through this Why make music When at the end of the day it makes you sick But you did choose it You can't complain if you can't do it And your lifes your mic Your pen when write all your pain and strife Swear to god man it like It's all yours [x4]