I woke up in the clothes I was wearing last night Your a little greasy
1] Oh god mother, father, believe me I've been too long I've been it easy I've been stressin' with the situation, no you to All the warmth I be having it be coming you Been my own lab rat, doin' for days Seeing what would my mind up and would put me in my place What would show me my light, and me out my dark my finish line was where I began where I start
It easy all I'm thinking All the wrong I did sorry just bought a And these lies I told (Yeah) And i trip on my Now I trip on my And I stay tripping absurd
Wanna, wanna make it, wanna shoot for the Please God make it so I fall short Haven't been the best writer, not good with these words But I'm really writing just to show what I am and I wanna
Wanna make it, shoot for the stars God make it so I won't fall short Haven't been the best writer, not good with these words But I'm really writing just to show what I am worth
2] Throw it way back when, my diet was shit Pissing of my mom and pop, still me shit I've dodging all the drama, smoking in public I've missing all the action, being higher than bliss Like some Goodyear running so fast these wings on Threw out my bands and I got me my Scot got deep since the seven-old me in my eyes, man This boy is grown
3] Now they wanna my soul, they wanna sell it for gold But the jokes on them because I have one to hold My hair's redder the rising sun Smoking so reefer feel like Cheech and Chong Off the fucking like a Rastaman jammin' out like god damn But I, to the finer things Like home cooked meals That's how love feels, you
Wanna it, wanna shoot for the stars Please God make it so I fall short Haven't been the best writer not been good with words But I'm really writing just to what I am and where I wanna
Wanna it, wanna shoot for the stars God make it so I won't fall short Haven't been the best writer not been good these words But I'm really really really really really really really