N. Michigan Gospel - 99 Neighbors

Who do I take my broken pieces to?

I don’t think I can fix a broken piece of you

If I hid away you’d find me anywhere I laid

How do I justify my peace to you?

I feel some pressure been taken over

I been so sick of looking over shoulders

I been on a coaster

Thoughts are going up and down

All my enemies always stuck around

But my circle getting smaller — Each day

Ima shoot my shot a baller — Steve Blake

Ima fight for every dollar — Sweepstakes

Feel the shock I need a collar

I don’t gotta chase my mind I feel high everyday I’m fine

If I lie, why the fuck I write

To shine time in some potent lines

And go glide on a spoken rhymes

I’m gon ride put the car in drive

And pray life ain’t backwards

Good days come after

Minutes gon matter

My heads in Saturn

Can’t live in a pattern

Brain gon splatter

Who do I take my broken pieces to?

I don’t think I can fix a broken piece of you

If I hid away you’d find me anywhere I laid

How do I justify my peace to you?

I wonder if I spent all my life in love with magic

And how to make it happen

The irony is tragic

It’s an all out war disaster

(Oh god)

Certain things you can’t imagine

(My boy)

17 with an Arizona tea

Drowning in the lights, camera, action

In a world full of fake plastic trees

I feel the pressure been building a star in the makin'

Its all fun and games till its all for the takin'

Its off with your head if your offense lazy

So often I’m pressed and depression is crazy

I roll solo dolo, my vision is blurry, my windows are shattered,

my engine is breakin'

So close to the edge and It feels so amazing

So pick up the pieces, I’m over this shit

This feels like the end of everything I ever wanted

Back on road, no looking back on what we started

If I had to go, its weighing heavy on my conscious

You can pick up all my pieces in the morning

This feels like the end of everything I ever wanted

Back on road, no looking back on what we started

If I had to go, its weighing heavy on my conscious

You can pick up all my pieces in the morning

Who do I take my broken pieces to?

I don’t think I can fix a broken piece of you

If I hid away you’d find me anywhere I laid

How do I justify my peace to you?