No Surrender

Written to "Surrender" By Zone Beats

The worst advice I've ever received was to put my life on sleeve/
Err my heart...but spilling it out may make your brain freeze

It's cold to the touch, don't let it catch your teeth/
And if it does, call the dentist the contents are pretty sweet

Somebody tell me what's with the feelings in this filling/
And why these hidden broads are all of a sudden revealing

Themselves, I think I'm the dumb blond here/
If you are a blond, I would apologize if I cared

This is my attitude, until I can change my latitude whenever I want to/
It's an aspiration from which I draw my inspiration

I've think I've had it with these mad hatters/
I say I'm getting, they saying I doubt it

At this point I don't know who turn to/
Girl said turn to me, but honestly I don't trust you

Niggas said you got us, but now I'm starting to burn through

Their entire ranks, even killed the flanks/
So now I'm stuck wishing I had someone to blame

But whatever, fuck it, I'm going to drown it all in a bucket/
Find a broad who wants to suck me, let her swallow and think I'm lucky

I'm on an mission impossible/
Looking for a green little person, hiding my pot of gold,

And I think they starting to learn I'll do anything to pave my road to success with yellow bricks/
It don't matter what I'm fighting with, whether my mind or my fists

I'm leaving it all, and coming back to you/
Pride won't let me apologize from when I turned my back to you

I've got nothing left, look at my bank accounts/
I don't have a car, not even a fucking house

To lay my head at/
I cleaned my plate, can you tell me where the bread at

Or the cake, or the dead pres, or the spinach/
Maybe if I find my violet, I'll be a winner

But I doubt it, at the same time emotions sprouted/
I miss my new girl whenever we apart lets not talk about it

Stream of conscience, honesty/
Honestly I would never write if it never happened to me

So all these bitches that sing about heart and have never felt/
Or all these fake thugs claiming dimes but never dealt it

I'm go ahead and be a brave-heart or some kind of Celtic/
William Wallace shit I know death but I've never felt it.

Until the moment when a casket with my on it/
Is being paid for, in that moment I own it

Now I'm isolated, slaving traded/
Telling freedom I've almost made it

Heart beating out of cadence