| Think I’ve got a consensus, bein' lost in the trenches
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| Adolescent lessons expressin' God’s job is to tempt us
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| Makin' it hard to stay alive, it’s so easy to die
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| Makin' you hang your head low, but say, «Reach for the skies»
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| Life is a walkin' contradiction, I’ve seen through its lies
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| I’m just tryin' to tell the stories I’ve seen through its eyes
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| I feel I’m forcing and feeding of off reasons to cry
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| With all this fake deep bullshit, I’m too eager to try
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| Everybody sendin' blessings in need of reply
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| Tryin' to sell their own tears, for they bleedin', they dry
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| Fuck your demons inside, I’m in need of the, «Why?»
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| So I can summarize my life through my breathing inside
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| Like, oh well, I can say that I tried, yeah
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| Hopped in this life and I stayed for the ride
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| So many beautiful faces, but they vacant inside
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| And I’m just patiently waiting for the day I decide, yeah
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| This reminds me of days when I drive in L. A
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| I’m screamin', «Hi», to the sky with a smile on my face
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| Now I’m hidin' my face, I keep tryin' to trace
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| All the steps that I have taken to find my place
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| Swept out to ocean, so lonely waves feel like an embrace
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| Now I’m lookin' at my mic like it’s sent as a prophet
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| I used to be an atheist, but that turned me agnostic
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| Recently, I’ve been wondering if I’ve fuckin' lost it
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| See my friends from kindergarten go to rehab
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| That’s the type of shit that makes you think back
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| To simpler times, blissfully ignorant minds
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| Before reality would ground us, we would live in the skies
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| And as a- and as a kid, I never thought I’d be bein' like this (Nah)
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| And as a kid, I never thought this would even exist
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| I felt elusive, intangible, just steam in the mist
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| Now I’m wakin' up feelin' I ain’t even this shit
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| You only look at what you got once you see that it’s lost
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| And life’s too gradual for me to believe in my sauce
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| Don’t understand rappers braggin', «I got that paper on me»
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| Man, I got kids in schools who doin' presentations on me
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| So what the fuck you really value tryin' to take that from me?
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| To me, I’ll take that over Rollies and makin' some money
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| Rain or sunny, I’ma do this every day, I study
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| And write these lyrics till my brain is fuzzy, damn
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| Like Tyler Creator tweets, I just capitalize
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| These Romans tally up my hits with the capital I’s
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| This is a natural high
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| I see it comin' from afar, I’m still actin' surprised, but I ain’t mastered the
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| skies
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| I wrote this album so much passion, I actually cried
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| They think cause I was never trappin', my rap is a lie
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| They think 'cause I’m an awkward kid, I’m invalid
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| As DJ Khaled’s son receivin' a platinum plaque for bein' alive
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| Throughout half of my album, it wasn’t good enough
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| Shit, I mean it still isn’t good enough
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| I’m like an active volcano, I know I could erupt
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| But I guess I am not full enough, yeah
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| I swear the higher you get, that’s the lower you feel
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| Man, that’s more shit you gotta do, or you won’t get a deal
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| Man, that’s more shit you gotta prove, so they know that it’s real
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| 30 seconds of listenin', thinkin' you know how I feel
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| Yeah, this a motherfucking thesis statement
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| Came a long way, I cannot be complacent
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| Every day I wake up stressed, I have to be the greatest
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| And if not, then that’s a day I truly feel I’ve wasted
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| Most of the pressure on my shoulders is comin' from me
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| So when I die, I know I left us with somethin' to leave
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| So when I wake up every day with someone to be, damn
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| I got so much shit I’ve- g-got to…
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| I’ve got somethin' to see? |
| I don’t fuckin' know, man
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| Shit
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| Hope that sounded genuine, because I meant it |