Montana Morris - Glendale lyrics

[Glendale] [Verse 1: Carlito SF] I wake up ! ....Wondering what exploits this very day will reveal, how should i feel, hands on the wheel, will i stay in control or crash into real Get dressed, (uhhhhhhhh)--such a dashing appeal These chicks be like thats one dude with some good genes, goddamn his alleles .....Meet-up with my n***as, grab a quick meal Hit the studio...... n***as workin' on that deal, workin' on that deal Mom hit my jack, like your aura turning black, need to come with me to church, see if i could fix ya mindset cause ya sh** outta whack You became a quack, off the religious track (f** that) thats how i felt about that Went to church & they asked me why im not kneeling before him I answered back with a question like, kneel before who Pastor said the one above, the one you love n***a you just want me to kneel before you, f** you & your backwards ways, you backwards ba*tard, pretentious pastor, i laugh with laughter Simple-minded, can't capture the image that i capture f** the norm, i'm that emo backpack rapper You n***as so phony you prolly enact an actor But i got ya number, i'm the main factor that'll extract ya, pack enough heat to blast ya away at sea like a casta-way No guts, no glory sh** a little rant, but back to the story Bought fabric went home to make some sh** Make my own clothes stores don't carry sh** Finish the piece, lay back, admire it.. Then the dark thoughts slip in... Scary sh** [Chorus: Carlito SF] 2 cents, all im gonna hear is others opinions til im dead Only making matters worst tryna put sh** up in my crazy head No it never mattered And i'm on to all your deception Follow my own direction, i could give a damn if the road is lonely X2 [Verse 2: Carlito SF] Back to the thoughts, they becoming so constant, attacking my conscience, mental Picture couldn't be depicted so clearly unless it was drawn out with a stencil Privileged enough to have a carefree life but a life with no problems i wish it could all be so simple, So dismal... You take everything for granted & your whole world crumbles... I dont believe in some outer-worldly source, its somethin' wrong with me.. In school for psych & i still can't tell whats wrong with me & i feel like a science experiment cause all anyone ever wants to do is dissect & break me down To find out why i spark their interests & why i think they're all crazy for capitalizing a pronoun When they're speaking on god, such horrible grammar Then they turn it on me saying i have such horrible manners Whatever Sad case, get out my face I tell em time & time again, i'm fine being alone, i dont need no goddamn friends Sometimes i write & wonder how many lines gonna go over heads Some dont wanna hear it, others dont wanna understand it But they got it wrong if they think they not gon' demand it They can't stand it & i'm just here looking at my bad decisions in my iphone, crazy pictures Then i go to my notes & stare at my artwork, such beautiful scriptures [Chorus: Carlito SF] 2 cents, all im gonna hear is others opinions til im dead Only making matters worst tryna put sh** up in my crazy head No it never mattered Oh yea & im on to all your deception Follow my own direction, i could give a damn if the road is lonely