[Hook]
(Yeah)
It's like when I began to rap I forgot how to act (how to act)
Back to the past when my mental wasn't so Intact (intact)
I've been counting paper, lookin at the centerfolds (centerfolds)
Thinkin' like see you later from December cold
[Verse]
If I keep workin this hard only God can intervene (yeah)
And I've been on my own riptide so everything is turning green (green)
Filled with joy when you catch me on the scene
I ad-Vance besides circumstances unforeseen
I love myself so I could never ever trade my seat (nah)
Uh, so tell me what you think
I Drown my demons in the sink
All my life they've poked into my dreams
So at night the metaphysical begins to bleed (bleed)
And now I watch in awe, every step I take it gets lucid
How you in love with everything you make? I think I'm cupid
This is a feel good song for everybody who doesn't feel good (feel good)
This is the song for the good boys who all grew up in the real hoods (graa)
We've been cutting corners so we can't hang out with some squares (nah)
Got objectives in my crosshairs, and I am down to get there
Just remember that words dont mean a thing until they catch you in the moment
Same way letters and punctuation aren't anything until you hold it
And I've been drawing sentences on this page so you better notice (yeah)
Quatrains turn to locomotives when your mindset is in the motion
[Hook]
(Yeah)
It's like when I began to rap I forgot how to act (how to act)
Back to the past when my mental wasn't so Intact (intact)
I've been counting paper, lookin at the centerfolds (centerfolds)
Thinkin' like see you later from December cold
[Verse 2]
Hey
I only write these songs when I'm spiritually inclined
Because otherwise that's wrong, so my lines intertwine with my mind
Nowadays I just hustle and think about my dead uncles
Rather work 24/7 than somehow getting into fed troubles
This shit runs deeper than drug addict circulatory systems
I can't let shit roll over, that's it, no more sorry story victims
Can't get in the middle of a dumbass' business, it's money to be gettin'
While the white boys still mad like, "I'm not even sorry Christian,"
My uncle was a Christian, I tear up when i think of his story
And one day I'd love to make that a film because that shit would be history
And will the real prosper, and the OGs get the glory
Cut the procrastination, because this short attention span really makes it boring
Please don't think to bore me
Had glasses all my life, and bitches thought that I was dorky (haha)
Now people think I'm a yorky (cute)
People opening false windows and I just be where the door be (always)
Feeding my ego, got Jimminy Cricket screaming that I need more beats
(Yeah)
It's like when I began to rap I forgot how to act (how to act)
Back to the past when my mental wasn't so Intact (intact)
I've been counting paper, lookin at the centerfolds (centerfolds)
Thinkin' like see you later from December cold
[Verse]
If I keep workin this hard only God can intervene (yeah)
And I've been on my own riptide so everything is turning green (green)
Filled with joy when you catch me on the scene
I ad-Vance besides circumstances unforeseen
I love myself so I could never ever trade my seat (nah)
Uh, so tell me what you think
I Drown my demons in the sink
All my life they've poked into my dreams
So at night the metaphysical begins to bleed (bleed)
And now I watch in awe, every step I take it gets lucid
How you in love with everything you make? I think I'm cupid
This is a feel good song for everybody who doesn't feel good (feel good)
This is the song for the good boys who all grew up in the real hoods (graa)
We've been cutting corners so we can't hang out with some squares (nah)
Got objectives in my crosshairs, and I am down to get there
Just remember that words dont mean a thing until they catch you in the moment
Same way letters and punctuation aren't anything until you hold it
And I've been drawing sentences on this page so you better notice (yeah)
Quatrains turn to locomotives when your mindset is in the motion
[Hook]
(Yeah)
It's like when I began to rap I forgot how to act (how to act)
Back to the past when my mental wasn't so Intact (intact)
I've been counting paper, lookin at the centerfolds (centerfolds)
Thinkin' like see you later from December cold
[Verse 2]
Hey
I only write these songs when I'm spiritually inclined
Because otherwise that's wrong, so my lines intertwine with my mind
Nowadays I just hustle and think about my dead uncles
Rather work 24/7 than somehow getting into fed troubles
This shit runs deeper than drug addict circulatory systems
I can't let shit roll over, that's it, no more sorry story victims
Can't get in the middle of a dumbass' business, it's money to be gettin'
While the white boys still mad like, "I'm not even sorry Christian,"
My uncle was a Christian, I tear up when i think of his story
And one day I'd love to make that a film because that shit would be history
And will the real prosper, and the OGs get the glory
Cut the procrastination, because this short attention span really makes it boring
Please don't think to bore me
Had glasses all my life, and bitches thought that I was dorky (haha)
Now people think I'm a yorky (cute)
People opening false windows and I just be where the door be (always)
Feeding my ego, got Jimminy Cricket screaming that I need more beats
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