Adm. by Songs of Universal, Inc (BMI) - Loners Blvd. lyrics

[Intro] You gotcha mind rocked, rolling down Loners Blvd You've got dreams, keep on dreaming [Verse 1] High school team, never got accepted Guess it didn't get to go how I expected Now a n***a pissed Steady lookin' at the bottom of the list like "Where the f** is my projections?" n***as like "Next year Tory It's all good, you'll be next year's story" Then I say "Man, you don't even understand Man, I'm droppin' out now, ain't no next year for me" So I left, bus route to the bench down 53 Took the last dollar that I had for this dream And I spent it on some 99 cent Micky D's sh**, wasn't doin' too fine Then I made a call to this n***a named Rhymes Said he had a little studio and it wasn't top-notch But could damn near do the whole nine So I said "Cool" made a few songs in this sh** Stayed too long in this sh** But by the month, I was there so much n***as had to lay futons in this sh** Owe it to my aunt Suzanne Drove to my first show in your new Jetta Always said one day I would be the man I would just laugh like, who are you tellin' Me, I'ma go far I can still dream in this world full of stars I can still scheme in this world full of narcs If they could still scheme in these unmarked cars So I'ma dream, I'ma dream, dream I'ma dream, dream Like you said to me Best words that was said to me Best words that was said to me [Hook: Instrumental] [Verse 2] Ten long miles, from a long way home I'm headed downtown cause I'm workin' on this lil mixtape With no fillers, no throwaway songs, hopin' that this sh** just go Sadly for me, this sh** didn't So I make another mixtape and another mixtape and another mixtape 'Til them n***a's start sayin' sh**'s hittin' Then I meet a guy named Sascha , he tells me he's thinkin' 'bout takin' up management Say he got a million dollar empire on his mind, he just need an artist to plan it with He also say he throw shows out in Texas and maybe I should open up for one Then I say "Cool man' he books me the next flight out like I'm showin' up for somethin' I lay down Houston around nine, warehouse live It was my worst show ever n***as damn near got booed off stage I performed like my first show ever Women in the crowd wouldn't scream for a n***a n***a's in the crowd they were kotched up down Bad enough n***as let Bun B watch But I felt like I let Sascha down, this sh** was live on stage dog That night felt like a n***a had the whole world on my shoulders Twenty years old tryna find a warm spot in this world gettin' colder Then he came to me like, "Dog, I could put money on this, bet a hundred on this" Gives me a few tips for the next night Setlist and says, "Dog you gonna run on this" and it all works out [Hook: Instrumental] [Outro] It's a big world The bigger your dream, the bigger you're livin' it It's all in your mind Don't let nobody f** up your high It's a big world The bigger your dream, the bigger you're livin' it It's all in your mind Don't let nobody f** up your high [Phone Voicemail] Father, I lift up my son, I lift up anyone that travels with him and by his speed I pray that you go ahead of him...I a**ign angels right now to this a**ignment and I declare Father that they will go before you to make straight his path, I command that every crooked path would be made straight, every rough place would be made smooth, every obstacle, every barricade, every blockade, every conspiracy, every trap, right now is destroyed and removed out of his way in the name of Jesus. And I thank you that it is written that goodness and love and mercy, form all the things of our life...