Roses - EP

by Premeir Jones

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Boredom Created : Roses - EP
Recorded: 2016 "Diamond Factory" (Greensboro, NC)

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released June 8, 2016

Thank you Melinda Hollingsworth. Tell that lady I'm going to be something one of these days. Thank you Clint Norway, Tange Lomax & Bankroll Bird. Thank you Jaraiesha. Thank anyone who gives a shit to listen to these tracks as well.

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Track Name: Pray for Preme (feat. Clint Norway)
​[Verse 1]
I'm on my shit, and I own my shit
Can't nobody clone what's real
You're a cloned ass bitch
Never really known what's real
Had my bitch thinking I was average, that's chilling
Chilling chilling chill cold aye
We done took too many loses
I'm winning every penny costing
For Mikey, Kenny, Jay and Austin, bitch please
Never had the real ones fooled, shit clean
Falling off the end where shit's deep
That's the end of me
Welcome enemies, don't you intervene
Cause I'm finna enter green
Then smoke it all in the Philippines
Building up the pension is the only possible mission
When you're in it just to get and you're winning, ok
Falling once you get it by blowing it all on bitches
Or getting trapped with some children for a felling, no way
Writing all my wrongs by penning through my detention
I'm alone, I'm alone, I'm alone, ok
Paper before the plastic
Money before the women who're only here for the winnings
Don't hit my phone
No way

[Hook]
They gone ask you how I'm doing
Tell'em that I'm doing well
When they ask you how I'm doing
Tell'em that I'm doing well
They gone ask you how I'm doing
Tell'em that I'm doing well
Tell'em that I'm doing well
Tell'em that I'm doing well

When they ask you how I'm doing
Tell'em that I'm doing well
They gone ask you how I'm doing
Tell'em that I'm doing well
My ex will ask you how I'm doing
Tell that bitch I'm doing well
Lord grab the wheel and take the keys
Bow your heads and won't you pray for me

[Verse 2]
Porch swag on a million
We left when we still were considered some children
Feel old like I'm young
I'm just 20 years old
The youngest of eight yet a nigga is grown
Lost half my mind on this road to be 21
My man-man a savage and soon he'll be 21
Free all my brothers, they're home whe he's 21
21 21 21 21
Bitch I'm great
I've been on my own
Since mama kicked me out the house age 17
I'll just bust my ass until I've seen the seven seas, and go
Going hard so damn feasible
Drop a pussy nigga leaching woe
Take your girl and fuck on her for the summer
Damn that pussy's only seasonal, bitch please
Never had the real ones fooled, shit clean
Falling of the end where shits deep
But I got back basics
Lost my self then I got back to me
Talking that shit, it got back to me
Took time apart now my matching dreams

[Bridge]
Tell my mama I'm make it
Tell my mama to keep praying
Tell my mama I'm impatient
Couldn't keep waiting
She made me amazing
Tell my mama I'm make it
(x2)

[Hook]
Track Name: Untitled (feat. Bankroll Bird)
​[Verse: Premeir Jones]
Fuck all that sauce, yea yea
Fuck all that sauce, yea yea
Fuck all that sauce
I've been wanting this rap shit since Cam on The Source
Never happy with wins cause I knew it would happen
You think that you hot but you new to this rap shit
I just want more bands and for that I'm an addict
Be bigger than Mike
The world cries at my casket, fuck
Die before time
That'd be just my luck
Pockets what she pussy popping for
Pussy nigga what you popping for
You falling everytime you drop a four
Give no fuck to a nigga who's out of focus
Fuck all designers
I'm powdered up
I've been the SS
Fuck your calendar unless you're counting your days
Cause I'm powered up, aye
Fuck on your bitch is wet, yes sir
God body until the death, yes sir
Got angels all over my neck, damn
Been put on one hell of a quest, damn
I hate this trip but I love this shit
I love my bitch and she love my shit and she's wanting shit
So I chose the shit that I'm chosen in, aye
Wrist wrist wrist spit, play
Miss miss miss hit, pay
Hit hit hit diss, yay
Reaching for peaks so I know what I'm in for
You loving your bitch and ain't know she's an nympho
I knew all these things from the get go
I dropped the short clips this here is the extendo
Been bless with the info cause it's what I'm meant for, nigga
[Hook: Bankroll Bird]
This is what I waited for
I've been running my whole
Still I ain't know which way to go
Free my niggas from them 4
They ain't here to see me low
They'll be right here for the glo
Working hard is all I know
Soon I'll get it, I'll get it, yea
Oh I get it, I get it
Mama told me now I get it, I get it, yea
Soon I'll get it, I'll get it
Uncle told me now I get it, I get it, yea
Oh I get it, I get it
Daddy told me now I get it, I get it
Stuck in them streets and now I'm a beast
I'm ready to feast
I'll get it, I'll get it, aye

[Refrain: Premeir Jones]
Who gone treat you better than you treat yourself
There's too much money in this world for me not have any
If I don't work somebody else will

[Pre-verse: Bankroll Verse]
So sad how I'll end all alone
So sad how I get it then I'm gone
So sad that I'll never grow old
All the greats die young in a world so cold

[Verse: Premeir Jones]
Fornicating just to ease out my brain
Tat my body just ease up the pain
My brother never looking at me the same
Trynna find myself while he's lost in Xans
Damn this path done put me in a trans
Damn I don't know what the fuck to do
I been sitting thinking if my soul is right
Trynna beam up like a solar light
Think positive get my motives right
Cause at this moment there ain't shit lose
Maybe a bitch but there's always a few
I was never the same after Reezus had moved
She left me for Vegas, I felt a way
Maybe those feelings will sail away
I need my brothers out them cells today
If L.A. heard me I would sale today, oh
Nothing can stand in my way, no
I'm worried bout taking my place, go
I'm only gone feed all my day, ones
I'm wanting this shit everyday, run
Towards everything that I'm dreaming
Everything that I been needing
Since on mama I'm leaning
Waiting for cloths every season and riding that bus
And forgetting my demons
Wrist wrist wrist spit, play
Miss miss miss hit, pay
Hit hit hit diss, yay
Reaching for peaks so I know what I'm in for
I ain't no bitch
I ain't no cake
I ain't no pimp
But I'll take your place
I ain't gone sit, no I ain't gone wait
Just take your shit, dawg there ain't no way

[Hook]
Track Name: Anxiety
​[Hook]
I done fell
Lost my self
I done ran my hoe away
I done felt turtle shells
I let them tear my soles away
I done felt below the belt hits
Still the pain won't go away
I done sailed my soul away
I can't let that go to waste

[Verse]
Earlier I died, aye
My hoe got the surprised face
She was fucking with the Gods, aye
I could only wonder why, aye
Percocets til my face is numb
Damn nearly blue, aye
I know myself
Somehow I can't peep who the fuck are you, aye
Dressed in all red coming for the best side, right
Running your yap and you'll end up dripping with the red dye, right
North side nigga trynna end up on the west side, right
All those in favor of debt are praying that he bless thy
In debt to me
Fuck you bitch you're dead to me
Lie in my face
Lie to the grave
Forever you are less than me
Stop saying that you'll do it
And just really go do it
All you niggas hold no weight
Cause you're really just all fluid, soft
You niggas all pissed me off, cough
Me and all you niggas are cool, cough
I mean all you niggas are bool, cough
Please excuse my health
Ain't sleep in days
Cashing the wealth
I pride myself off nothing else
Fresh off the shelf
I'm bound to sale
I'm 'bout to net
One hundred mil off nothing else but cards I'm dealt
Replacing all the hearts I've felt
It's chilling how I killed my self
Stressing for a bitch
It's chilling how she killed my health all because a dick

[Hook]
I done fell
Lost my self
I done ran my hoe away
I done felt turtle shells
I let them tear my soles away
I done felt below the belt hits
Still the pain won't go away
I done sailed my soul away
I can't let that go to waste
Track Name: Run (feat. Tange Lomax)
​[Verse 1]
I done did it all but some how it ain't enough
My city ain't around
They're just nearly catching up
I pity all the ones thinking that I ain't enough
I do it on my own
Then all my niggas come in clutch
We are not a rock band
Nor pretend to be one
You cut yourself but failed to cut the deep one
Neighbors seen'em kill you
Cop ask but that ain't seen none
All plagiarized art that's why you fail to see funds
The feeling of winning is joy you're not killing
I'm finna to get
I'm know it, I'm wishing, I'm pulling up on you, I'm outside
Dont knock I just doot doot doot doot, Dead
You niggas don't get it
You're all are my children
I made it, I'll kill it
I'll spray on you niggas
I'll paint all your niggas
I Skrt skrt skrt
After doot doot doot doot, Red
And ain't owe you nothing
I'm just on a roll and your bitch a dime a dozen
They all come and go
That why she's calling phone
She's never seeing shit you're saying
I'm really out on the road

[Hook]
You can hide behind your niggas
If helps, if you think they'll comfort you, yea
Me and all my niggas war ready
So you we gone come for you, aye
(x2)
Don't you run run run
Run, run run run run run
(x3)