Текст песни Its Aw Yours

[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

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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]