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