Ben Ingham - Thoughts from a beemer lyrics

[verse 1] Pa** through a toll, the trip take a toll on me World is screamin at me through fatigue That i should roll some weed Man i really need a cab so i can pa** out in the back Take a nap, wake up in the future gettin daps For an album that went platinum, pocket full of gold You know the profits at a maximum But cash will soon be ashes If we fast forward more will i turn out as the chaff? Man, what became of the golden calf? I won't be a faker idolize the dough like a baker But i try to live cheap cause i know there's more at stake here Cause im hungry to learn, but they too hungry to learn They could really use a steak here they won't care if it's burned Whoa. sorry, track got off on a tangent Sometimes, i just wish that we could all live in a mansion Maybe that's what heaven's like or maybe im a dreamer Thoughts through my mind as im sittin in my beemer like [hook] x2 Ride til i die if nothin else just drive Just vibe to convince myself im feelin alive Gotta get my mind right so i rhyme all night Gotta maintain fine if i wanna survive And im out here treadin water but the riptide's quick Gotta shark in the water all that i can do is spit So i let go, let the flow overcome me This is what will happen if you get to comfy [verse 2] What do you do when you think you could be a g Put fake lyrics in a free and orchestrate a trap beat Man im not about it, yo im just tryna do me And put on paper what is truly underneath When i bleed man it's ink Seriously it's inside of my bloodstream Even when i sleep im countin bars in all my dreams And im a dedicated lyricist, hope the trolls are hearin this Cause one day i will be the one who's spittin on arena's list Pushin in an oldie, my cars more of an og But i got the game on lock like goldie Chillin with a smirk emoji And im just tryna tell my story keep it contemplative Highest mind state gotta focus keep it concentrated Complicated maybe? elicit little thought Just jot those and plot schemes until i got a yacht When im rollin through my block On the corner was a cop I ain't stressin though, always stickin close to what was taught Cause my mom was prolly cotton mouth, got a lot to prove So im only wearin fitted from my dome to my shoes I could maybe try and turn up but i choose to cruise Im tryna learn jiu jitsu and dodge the fumes Keep it close to the heart like a one inch d**h punch Fam on my back thank God i got the best bunch Used to grub cap crunch, now i scarf best lunch Thanksgiving everyday, imagine that, square sponge Man im so tired keepin eyes on the road Drivin to a place where supposedly i will achieve my goal Man all that really matters are the matters of the soul But to be whole there's a cost like pa**in through a toll Bring it full circle finally but im not where i started Bro im pushin to uncomfortable places That are uncharted for me I could spend my life guarded and week But i just want you feelin all this music Flowin through your arteries [hook]