Writing My Wrongs Songtext
von Bop Alloy

Whether you can't forget it
Or it's not that big of a deal
I could...
(Never right my wrongs, less I write it down for real)
So I swear
(For real)
It was my bad
I could...
(Never right my wrongs, less I write it down for real)

(Hook)


(1)
This is... for every single person I hurt
Whether, it was unplanned or on purpose (pus)
If I didn't own up my worth
Less
This is for...
Any girl I raised my hand to,
'Fore I realized that ain't what a man do
Thanks to my big bro, y'all know this manhood shit doesn't come with a manual
All them record stores that I stole from
When I was flat broke and so young
So I really can't blame y'all when y'all find my album and download'em
Any of my brothers I stole on
Should've turn the other cheek and rolled on
But I mistake pride for self hate, I can now say I was so wrong (Forgive me)

2 (Justis)
Reminisce on my younger days
Had hunger pains on those summer days
Every man for himself like Hunger Games
From a city where we don't see the sun for days
Mama had one daughter, 3 sons to raise
I was gone for days like runaways
With a blunt to blaze
Drugs I could slang to get money raised
Couple of mistakes and it's judgement day
Got cuffed up but I lucked up that the cop put the gun away
Looking back now and it must be fate
Set me free when he judged my case
Could of been in the pen or could've been killed
"I could never right my wrongs unless I write'em down for real"

(Hook)


(3)
This is for the times that I was dishonest
Every single broken promise
Treating the you beneath the you, you are
When you should be regarded as a goddess
For my student they laid to rest
Many days I wept
From the pain your death has caused
Missed your requiem
Overseas blessin' them
May the most high protect your soul
For them family functions I missed
Missing your dap, hug, or kiss
Hope you don't feel dissed
But you know the real is
Pretty safe bet I was doing this
Even though I be ripping and running
From trying to be something, I know you exist
I know you don't see it
But call if you need it
Don't wait til you're out of your wits
And for you haters
Sorry that we made it, on our terms not the ones they're making so...
Minor or major, don't matter they're paying as long we're not the ones playing ho
Chased down our dreams and we made it so, though we can't be found on the radio
But the realest, know where the real is that's real ish most people just lazy yo
Sorry we're not more accomodatin', yall worried about who the stars are datin'
Times a wasting our apologies this bull shit's dominatin'
So we're concetratin' on innovations not nominations
With a small congregation to spread our gospel to the population

(Hook)