[Lyric] Clubhouse idea (P-Tree)

I’m climbing to nowhere
The spring in my step
Isn’t bringing me stress
So far
O’s in possession
Not woeful depression
But this Cold War
Known to more or less
Teach me lessons
For better or worse
Each and every word
Heard by you
Not as often
As I spit it dude
Not softened
By the ridicule
The opposite
In fact
The glossary reads
There’s mountains and peaks
Been awkward and weak
And awfully deceived
But also awesome
And clean
Not to floss on the scеne
But I gotta give props to me
I hoppеd from ops
Ain’t cop no plea
I bottomed out
And stopped to see
Me
In the mirror
Was a clearer image
I just needed to peer at it
And steer a little bit
Nearer to it
Don’t fear the dearer
Here are warnings
Warming up to tell you
I fell a few too times
To humor settling
For grimy shit
Let em know here I am
If you want it though
Come and find me bitch
Aside from this
I ain’t got much left to say so
Here’s some chords and drums
I played earlier in the day bro
Ugh that was lame
I’m ought to just aim low
But walking
In the pen
Made me not want to just lay down
I got the pen
And I got something to say now
Gimme a minute though
I gotta shake this great loud
I need the banana strain
Crossed with ak by the pound
You know I blaze it wild