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Journals Lyrics by Surf

Know Thyself

2021

[Intro]
Yeah, ha
Haha, haha

[Chorus]
I'm my momma favorite son, everybody favorite one
Nana want me off the drugs, she want me to pray a bunch
My father told me that he love me, he don't really say it much
And my gang so fuckin' solid, we ain't ever changing up (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
I'ma die without this money, fuck it, I ain't saving nothin'
Need that money coming to me daily, I ain't chasing nothin'
If they put me on that stand, I promise I ain't saying nothin'
They gon' treat me like a hero, promise, I ain't saving nothin'
I had some people in my life I thought that I could trust (I thought that I could trust)
All I wanted was a bag, I had to run it up (I had to run it up)
They said that I was switching up, I never really did (I never really did)
He said he had some hitters on me, go 'head, send 'em in (Go 'head, send 'em in)
Would I be wrong if I had went and got all my revenge?
I stopped taking medication, I was running out (Uh, yeah)
All the voices in my head, I just be smoking loud (Smoking loud)
All the things that they would say, I really wrote it down (I really wrote it down)
I got journals in my room I never open up (Open up)
I had stuff I couldn't keep, I really tore it up (I really tore it up)
All the shit that we went through, it really tore me up (It really tore me up)
I stopped thinkin' 'bout that shit, I'm really growing up (I'm really growing up)
You waited 'til I got ahead and started showing up (Showing up)
When I saw you on the 'Gram you were showing out (Ha, showing out)
I think about you when I can, I hope you know it now (Hope you know it now)
I think I understood it better when you broke it down (When you broke it down)

[Chorus]
I'm my momma favorite son, everybody favorite one
Nana want me off the drugs, she want me to pray a bunch
My father told me that he love me, he don't really say it much
And my gang so fuckin' solid, we ain't ever changing up (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
He said that he was finna kill me, I ain't dead yet (Oh, I ain't dead yet)
Man, I ain't fear nobody, I ain't scared yet (I ain't scared yet)
Man, I ain't wanna talk, send the bread, yeah (Send the bread, yeah)
Catch him at the drive-thru and hit his headset (Man, his headset)
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About “Journals” by Surf

Read the complete lyrics to "Journals" by Surf from the album "Know Thyself" in 2021. On Lyrks you can follow along with the full text, explore the artist's discography, and discover related songs. The track is often categorized under Rap, Trap, Atlanta Rap.

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"Journals" appears on "Know Thyself" in 2021.

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