No Caroline

Part I

[Chorus]
I just like money getting stacks I want P
Telephone for me I just let that shit ring
You just keep running n you’ll never catch me (Oh yeah)
Would this bitch die for me, we could be easy
Six fall for me, I’m living dreams
No sign, no sign of my
My girl, no Caroline

[Verse]
Yeah I’m in
N then I’m gone
I’ll get that
Suttin' knocking on the floor
I gotta move soon, i ain't got nothing
Got a life, gotta take it back star!
Yeah you know me from back in those days
Like I know..
There ain’t nothing they can say to me
Got nothing, like how you gonna
Maybe.. (maybe)
An you’ve got that same smile
Likе you did before
You miss that late night, calling

[Chorus]
I just likе money getting stacks I want P (One time for my niggas on the red line)
Telephone for me I just let that shit ring
You just like money and you’re gonna like me (Oh yeah)
Would this bitch die for me, we could be easy
Six fall for me I’m living dreams
No sign, no sign of my
My girl, no Caroline

[Bridge]
Feelings
How you gonna breathe through

Part II

She just want a nigga with change
A nigga street enough to blow house money on chains
But I grew up on Garrowby Way
Years pouring with rain
Too busy looking to God
To see my world drowning in waves
Now it’s dark when I pray
Swimming deeper for closure
She like to divulge to her girls
But they ain’t real and that’s something she already knows
Tale of two cities
Ain’t no pity
Karma got interest for you, check check
Moving risky
Hardly discreet
I used to be holy
Loved Priscilla
Like my only, young hurt n full of dreams
Tryna clean up
Throwing dirty money at therapy
Counting down from 10
Until I wake up in the cemetery
Tales of the rest of the city
It bleed
Help me
Wild wild west, moved to grove
Tryna bury your past, first you have to bury your soul
It ain’t easy round here, when you’re living with ghosts
Some white people, black people, frame in a mirror too close
These times, friends were moving snakey
I pressed Kacey for the truth
I said tell me straight!
'Cause lies echo in this room
Black boys with mental health
He had his own demons too
Bam had already just been sectioned
That shit took him out of school
We couldn’t be friends
Tryna survive
Tryna mend
Our pasts
Tryna defend
Who we thought we were
Red lights
Whilst reaching for the stars
Escaped a couple suicides
Then suicide
Life became walking a line
The long way home
For young black boys
Up north
Where now?
Who am I?
Both my parents ill
I was falling short and in denial
A pain I couldn’t feel
Sometimes my reality feels like the casino
Mother gave birth to my brother
Through her chemo
Helpless, watching life reload
Now I’m rising to the surface
Nah I need it
Treat my brother like my own
'Cause his life gave me purpose
Now if she knew me
Could she love me
When it’s cold
Her love go through me
Like a knife
N its cold