Letting go things you don’t need
Adding value not they’re on….
Causing headaches and the stress
Closing doors we need them gone….
Mental health Is number one
No more chances cos It’s done
Can’t be playing games not fun
Growing up don’t need that none
Take account on what you did
Doing madness on the low….
I don’t need that In my life
Moving fast you make me slow….
Witnessed all the things you did
Like the bomb you had to blow….
Not so normal had to speak
Shining light we want the glow….
Patience what we’re striving blud
You can hear that for my flow….
Working hard got things In place
Can’t be asking me for dough….
Can’t be buying drugs you see
Cos my answers still a no….
Helped you settle down for what?
Threw that on my face we know….
Letting go things you don’t need
Adding value not they’re on….
Causing headaches and the stress
Closing doors we need them gone….
Mental health Is number one
No more chances cos It’s done
Can’t be playing games not fun
Growing up don’t need that none
Took my kindness as a weakness
But we’re smart you failed the test….
Can’t be acting fake not friendly
You’ll be treated like the rest….
Ignorance Is what we don’t like
Character should be the best….
Creepy crawlies what we stamp out
Saw that In you like a pest….
Hope you learn like all the lesson
No more stressing I ain’t messing
Goes around comes back around….
Karmas coming back with Wesson
Do not need them type of people
Kinda funny like them weasel
Wonder why they’re out of town….
Cos we stay away from evil
Letting go things you don’t need
Adding value not they’re on….
Causing headaches and the stress
Closing doors we need them gone….
Mental health Is number one
No more chances cos It’s done
Can’t be playing games not fun
Growing up don’t need that none
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