I dead-ass woke up in the clothes I was wearing last Your a little greasy
1] Oh god mother, father, please me I've been waiting too I've been it easy I've been stressin' the situation, no you have to All the warmth I be having it be coming you my own lab rat, doin' tests for days Seeing what would my mind up and would put me in my place would show me my light, and guide me out my dark When my finish line was I began where I start
It isn't all I'm thinking All the wrong I did just bought a business And these lies I told (Yeah) And i on my words Now I trip on my And then I stay absurd
Wanna, wanna make it, wanna for the stars Please God make it so I fall short Haven't been the best writer, not been with these words But I'm really writing just to show what I am and where I
Wanna make it, shoot for the stars God make it so I won't fall short Haven't been the best writer, not been 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 of my mom and pop, still callin' me shit I've been dodging all the drama, in public I've been missing all the action, higher than bliss Like some Goodyear running so fast with wings on Threw out my and I got me my Scot song Voice got deep the seven-old me in my eyes, man This boy is fully
3] Now they wanna my soul, they wanna sell it for gold But the jokes on because I don't have one to hold My hair's redder than the sun so much reefer feel like Cheech and Chong Off the ganja like a Rastaman jammin' out like god damn But I, stick to the things Like home cooked meals how love feels, you bitch
Wanna make it, shoot for the stars Please God make it so I won't fall Haven't the best writer not been good with these words But I'm really writing just to show 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 writer not been good with these words But I'm really really really really really really wanna