Coast - Just Juice, Breana Marin

How can you tell

What’s wrong from right and right from wrong?

I got nothing

You said that you would lift me up but you keep bringing me down

You said that you would lift me up but you keep bringing me down

You’re not so worth my hand

I’m goin' global so I might as well

Talk to the one I love and tell her that she fine as hell

Dusk to the dawn I wanna bite her tail but how I write a tale

Might as well flock a feather, anythin' else, I got myself to follow

I thought I told you I won’t slip into the depths of the silo

The best today gets swept away to set us up for tomorrow

I been the best, so notice my day harder

My condo follow while they wallow while the bottles get swallowed

I’m into finer things, not just these diamond rings

Focus and open your mind without the shine to get explained

We set to blow like Nagasaki, drop a bomb on the game

We set to blow like Nagasaki, drop a bomb on the game, we up

Coast to coast been over doin' the most

Raise a toast to my family, know when I stay afloat

They been round since an embryo, never could let me go

Tryna prevail with empty hopes

How can you tell

What’s wrong from right and right from wrong?

I got nothing

You said that you would lift me up but you keep bringing me down

You said that you would lift me up but you keep bringing me down

You’re not so worth my hand

Yeah, we all got goals that we wanna fulfill

Wonderful feelings in your soul when we accomplish, what we wanted for real

Often I feel my only vote is gettin' lost in a rip

Locked and conceal, I kept my feelings, though my conscience reveal

I got a heart of steel, still, I’m not the run of the mill

Another starvin' artist strivin' to harvest a meal

I’m tired of feelin' like I’m doggin' a pill

They still don’t got an appeal

Like pushin' flowers in the heart of the field

But fuck the grapevine, I’m gettin' it, fuck the vineyard

Haters chop my image up, shootin' on cue like billiards

We sippin' saxon, whippin' the casket out to Saks Fifth

Famished to end this famine, damn, I had to live it lavish

All I want’s a hundred million dollars and a bad bitch

Rigid rap has my fingers reap the kinda cabbage

Catch me creasin' through actors, I beastin' and never fastin'

Fuck livin' in your means, believe I passed the gatherage

How can you tell

What’s wrong from right and right from wrong?

I got nothing

You said that you would lift me up but you keep bringing me down

You said that you would lift me up but you keep bringing me down

You’re not so worth my hand

You’re not so worth my hand