I dead-ass woke up in the clothes I was last night Your a little greasy
1] Oh god mother, father, believe me I've been too long I've takin' it easy I've been stressin' the situation, no you have to All the warmth I be it be coming from you Been my own lab rat, tests for days Seeing what fuck my mind up and would put me in my place What would show me my light, and guide me out my When my finish line was where I began where I
It isn't Thinking all I'm All the wrong I did sorry just a business And these lies that I (Yeah) And i on my words Now I trip on my And then I stay absurd
Wanna, make it, wanna shoot for the stars Please God make it so I won't fall been the best writer, not been good with these words But I'm really writing just to show what I am and where I
Wanna make it, wanna shoot for the God make it so I won't fall short Haven't been the best writer, not been good with these words But I'm really writing just to show I am worth
2] Throw it way back when, when my diet was Pissing of my mom and pop, still callin' me I've been dodging all the drama, smoking in I've been missing all the action, being higher than Like Goodyear running so fast with these wings on out my bands and I got me my Scot song Voice got since the seven-old me in my eyes, man This boy is grown
3] Now they wanna take my soul, they wanna it for gold But the jokes on them because I don't one to hold My redder than the rising sun Smoking so much feel like Cheech and Chong Off the fucking ganja a Rastaman Still out like god damn But I, stick to the things Momma home cooked meals That's how feels, you bitch
Wanna it, wanna shoot for the stars Please God it so I won't fall short Haven't been the best writer not been good these words But I'm really writing to show what I am and where I wanna
Wanna make it, wanna shoot for the Please God it so I won't fall short been the best writer not been good with these words But I'm really really really really really really wanna