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I sent a text to an old friend
He text back saying "Who's this?"
I said my name and he ain't reply
Damn, I guess things change too quick
I dwell in a secluded little room
And this music that I'm making it can heal inner wounds
'Cause internally I'm bleeding and externally I'm stressed
Why my friends so estranged? I don't even wanna guess
When I drop this tape, man I hope they think it's fresh
The best is yet to come, the sun will set
And I will rest but rise anew, I've got to
I can't do what I always do
I self-deprecate, perpetuate the suffocating feelings
That are not needed, indeed it's a hassle
Killing myself and I'm turning to an asshole
But it might pass by in a flash, bro.
I have memories as a minnow inside a shark tank,
Remembering my mistakes and feeling great
'Cause I learned feeling fate has a way to work it out
I'm working out in hidden ways
But the true gains come from having grace and being patient
Times are wasting, I'm not waiting for revelations
I'd rather make shit happen, to this rapping I'm attracted like some magnets
Got these maggots asking "how that happen overnight?"
Man, Hunter Constellation on the beat - we gon' take it to the highest hights
Believe that, lean back like Fat Joe and slap this track in the back of your hatchback
Rap got so... I know
It's so hard to be so different, so far I've done well, I'm swell
For a kid who didn't fit in now I'm right in place
They defer the lane to me, I got the right of way
Back to my real life, nights don't feel right
Don't get sleep and my sheets don't feel like home
Home alone on a Sunday
I stay inside trying to make these songs
Got a one-way way just to make it,
Market a bunch then start making fake shit
But that's not me. not now I won't take it
Got my own lane, got game like SEGA
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