Nasty Jazz - Chuuwee, iMAGiNARY oTHER

There’s no

Feeling bad

For myself

Because I’m

High

Heh-heh

Yeah

When you come to realize everything you ever had just died

And get up off the ground and wipe the tears from your eyes

You’ll see everything is better with a little suicide

At least that’s what she told me when she was a do or die

Then ironically what happened, a funeral, a surprise

And all this make me do is wanna pull a homocide

I’m tryna make sense of it all, key word trying

Still fighting in the midst of it all, I’m such a lion

God body had a fit with the law, but still I try and

Flew a lil too close to the sun, still gliding

What you talking about, Chuuwee c’mon, you still grinding

Ain’t no keys to a four door Porsche, it’s not time and

No Jacob on your wrist still either, my my

What a shame you look so damn lame, used to be fly in the rain

In some beat up Js

Drunk driving, told Uber let me out halfway on my last dime

This one’s sad

Yeah

Aiyo I think I’m 'bout to finally write a verse for my nigga

Too drunk off liquor

Two blunts for the vision

Moonshine from the bottle but never off of my pivot

I always look up to the heavens wondering if you listen

I had a dream with your return, everything is too distant

Everybody done changed me, everything is so different

But I just instinctively remember the advice you were giving

Never give up now, too far to be quitting

But then on days when I’m down, I can’t find that wisdom

So cloudy outside, I can’t see through a prism

I feel like this shit is prison

Get me out if it isn’t

Bail me out if it is

Sick of looking through fences

Well god damn I think I finally wrote a verse for my nigga

How I wish that you could pull up on me rolling a swisher

You my nigga for life

Still looking at pictures

Still looking at stars

I know it’s you when they shimmer

Skywalker

Yo

Fuck this shit can we go kill something?

None of this shit is real anyway right let’s go kill something