Fade in ohh oohh's
[HOOK]
(Fade in)Stayin Sober Cuz I'm By My Lonesome
Put that bleezy down
Cuz I'm tryna learn you somethin
Real life got control of us
Fantasy be trollin us
Real life got control of us
Fantasy be trollin us
Real life got control of us
Still im smokin now I'm with the homies
Pa** that bleezy now
Lord knows i been duckin trouble
Real life still be trollin us
Fantasies we hope'll come
Real life still be trollin us
Fantasies we hope'll come
Fantasies we hope'll come
[VERSE 1]
Skin compliment her thread preference in earth tones
Spoke about astrology
Neva commented birthstones
So much to live fo' between
Womb home and tombstone
She asked me what exactly is it that I'm waiting for
"u dont wanna miss when opportunities come"
I told her "still preparing here and there but barely am I ever worrisome"
Short-cuts i never heard of em
Chose music, no excuses, shot in the dark
Then i start to seeing how my struggles come
To get to where u aspire
Trial and error so vital
Share them with you, i grow higher, EYE
Tap the thinkin caps from anime to ex chain gang
One kinetic mind
I see we all been on the same page
Lemme paint this scene
Car shut down, 233
Wasn't long before
I lost another J. O. B
UH!
Lot of Soulo hoe, along with Neo-Soul in the Kia soul knockin
Watchin potholes on a daily 24, negus souls rot
Whole plot to cop the mary janet, takin notes in conversation on the special lady that we truly want
Negus felt lost, God why ya do it? U my biggest tutor, than it hit me, it was nothin more than merely testing my endurance, just some rea**urance that it's gonna alright, okay
Still i runaway
Give and u take
My home ain't been the same
Graceful escape
Ease up that pain
[HOOK]
[VERSE 2]
Maybe I complain too much
Or think i ain't great enough
Feelin like a selfish f** on the brink self destruct
And the silver line that breed success and luck
Still get bent outta shape
Retrace regret
Erase my wrongs
Lemme get a hol of god's template
Drawin blanks when that paper sketchy
Square onnne
I been thinkin how to be a better writer so u know it ain't no comparin none
But when that funk hit ya, ain't no tellin bruh
Gotta turn my volume up to Erykah
Airing out the self doubt route, & overcast of some advice i never asked
Forge an autograph to any fair weather, hoppin out the woodwork type of n***a who done came up missin when my soul and shadow mirrored in appearance, all i had was Auntie Angie for a therapeutic listen just to calm her nephew nerves down
What's the word now?
Fending for myself is what i learn now
Got growin up to do
Huntin W's
No avail, years later still I'm in the crib, not obeying curfews
Ready for apartment, renaissance to get to poppin, buy exclusive pairs of extra bu*ter shoes
Hard to pull off when ya wallet often disagree with you
Data overused, and its overdue, sittin back like
Shoulda, woulda, coulda kept my android, contrary to
What the Romans do
Now i got the iPhone text bubble blues
Stress humbles you
Just know that you..
You are not alone
What you do when the world ignoring you?
Depression burst pipe dreams
My schemes high key bullet proof
Conquer any target that u stepped foot to
Be better brother & Impress ma dukes and I'm
[HOOK]
[BRIDGE]
Im dyin to lead yo mind astray
Life in dire need to rely on me
Don't let opportunity just fly away
Digging deep within and you'll Find a way
It don't make no sense
But it make perfect sense
[VERSE 3]
I recall an interest of mine she neva mind the time for meetin up to the vibe
I just wanted to see you, inside i sigh
Fine as she wanna be on her downtime
And I mean effort free
Go back a little while, so she F with me
Casual small talk and admiration of each other's thoughts
You said u plan to head West
I planned to be
The next K. West from where we stay
That's once i break
You pumped my brakes
Told me to be the first me i could be
Resonated in my head til this day
Now im rebellious against the grain
Alluding to gainin props from the jump
Off the top, but the style ain't free
Prototype project and ive seen
Myself grow into E.T
Just to realize im wearing my inner G
Outside on my sleeve down to the stitches in the fabric aorund the seams
Ever since H O C by K D O T, he told me u don't need weed to sound hungry
And lead ya peeps to high degrees accompanied with the coldest metaphors and similes that they ever seen on this side of the hemisphere
Never fear of those who won't care
I'll be the man to yall eventually
& u can't be a man in ya momma's crib!
Then i teeter totter on his trust again
Still it's hard for a young black out in America, just to make it to some of these next weeks is a miracle
At least in this place
And it seems I misplaced...
[Song fades out]
At least in this place
And it seems that i mis-placed...
My f**in...
f**in phoooooone
(I gotta stop smokin)
(Damnnnn i ain't get to do what I meant today)