See, I don't know if you will understand my logic cause my writing's kinda sloppy
mind is fing foggy
low-key got some problems, won't admit it cause im dying
forgive me lord, im trying
forget that man, im frying riding shotgun
thinking bout life and my destination
thinking bout ideas for my next creation
thinkin to myself, what's my inspiration
truely questioning this????????? dedication
see, I wanna be a star, but what about the groupies
man, I wanna make art, and I wanna make music
but im going through some changes
I'm feelin sort of strangeish
everyday's a new emotion and im stuck here rearrangin
just, look at me lately, I've been stuck in the days
stuck between who I wanna be and my past ways
stuck between who I'm gonna be and my next phase
thinkin like I gotta match expectation cause my age
and I gotta say f em and I gotta keep goin
and I gotta keep on rollin all this Marley I be blowin
and I gotta keep grindin and I gotta keep stuntin cause
if they gettin to me then their who im becoming but
I am not a Human Being x8
Imma ride with this sht till I die type sht
I do this for myself I can ride in my sht
btch I ride to this sht till I die type sht
lean back and let loose and just vibe to my sht
btch I ride to this sht till I die type sht
I do this for myself I confide in my sht
btch I ride to this sht till I die type sht
lean back and let loose and just vibe to my sht