Bad News

Yeah uh
Uh it can't be over when I lack life
Sun turn my ocean into sapphire
I keep the loathing for the bad times
And letting go just make the bag lighter
It ain't no wholeness when you half-blind
Every soldier need an advisor
It's cold shoulders where I last cried
It was my gang prior
We did him over by a landslide
All that hoping, ain't your hands tired?
What's the culprit? Is it
Angst, pride, smoking, or you damn liars?
I watched them plans die
Chanting like I sang choir
Booming through these damn nights
In Brooklyn like a Vampire
Watch the champ rise, zooming
Tryna land higher what's the plan now? The
Troops around the campfire
It's time to branch out