I dead-ass woke up in the clothes I was last night Your a little greasy
1] Oh god mother, father, please me I've been too long been takin' it easy 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' tests for Seeing what would my mind up and would put me in my place What show me my light, and guide me out my dark When my finish line was where I began where I
It easy all I'm thinking All the wrong I did just bought a business And these lies I told (Yeah) And i trip on my Now I trip on my And I stay tripping absurd
Wanna, make it, wanna shoot for the stars 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 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 good with these words But I'm really just to show what I am worth
2] Throw it way back when, when my diet was Pissing of my mom and pop, still me shit I've been all the drama, smoking in public I've been all the action, being higher than bliss Like some 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 fully
3] Now wanna take my soul, they wanna sell it for gold But the jokes on them because I don't one to hold My hair's redder the rising sun Smoking so much reefer feel like Cheech and Off the fucking ganja a Rastaman jammin' out like god damn But I, stick to the things Like Momma cooked meals how love feels, you bitch
Wanna make it, wanna for the stars God make it so I won't fall short Haven't been the best writer not been good with these But I'm really writing just to show what I am and where I
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 these But I'm really really really really really really really