Pomegranate

(альбом: Lyrics To GO, Vol. 2 - 2021)

I'm on a balcony reading a novel
I take the best advice from both the Quran and the Bible
My wife bad, more beautiful than your favorite model
Don't believe in idols, I think you find the answers inside you
I used to think the biggest thing in life was getting money
Rumbling my tummy, I guess that's how it seem when you hungry
And when it's no AC in summer or heat in the winter
Thinking 'bout that walk to the shower, I wasn't tryna get up
You take for granted certain shit
Like never worrying if she fuck with you 'cause you rich
Or friends feeling like they deserving of what you get
And tryna bring you down, that dollar make people flip, like
Cold days, I be caught up and stressing over this chip, right
Drowning in depression, or women, liquor, it's lit, right?
BnBs way up in the hills out in Malibu
Pomegranates growing in the bushes, feeling gratitude
Shawty tryna fuck with me but I just keep it casual
Breaking all the rules, let her stay until the afternoon
It get lonely, I be knowing she phoney
Thinking back to all of the women that really chose me
And all the times that I was the villain and she consoled me
And told me I was gonna be great, boy, am I late
I peep the calendar, like, how often can I escape?
I take a breath, accepting was seeming to be my fate
And then I travel back to the Converses and dungarees
When we ain't have the water or sunlight to care for money trees
When everything you wanted, you get it, then all you want is peace
And that comes with a whole different struggle, homie, ain't nothing free