Ya
Been a while since I've rapped
Voice tracked
No singing
Straight rap
Just facts
No concept
Just rapping from my conscious
A simple beat that let's me talk shit
I've been working on my mixtape
Remembering my mistakes
I can't let go
When shit got real my core showed
I was technically right, but an asshole
(I'm only one man)
I can't listen to that song anymore
It makes me feel sick
Out here whining like a bitch
Makes me want to take down that shit
I'm dodging calls from my sponsor
Thirty days sober never thought that it was possible
I thought I hit rock bottom last year
But I guess it wasn't enough to make me more responsible
Now I focus on work, work on my craft
My final year, I'm scared to relax
A little more focused on where I'm spending my cash
Just want to buy my mother a Jag'
But I'm torn, man trying to turn this music to career
I'm busy looking at my peers
Millennial rappers already living lavish
Makes me want to jump on this bandwagon trap shit
I swear the first chance get Imma sell out
Nah
Love my few fans, man
But I need the cash, man
And I need it fast, man
Got a lot of plans, man
They say overnight success takes seven years
And my girl at the time told me I could make it big
She made me feel it real
And I still hold it dear
(Feels like I'm losing-)
Feels like I'm losing touch with everybody
TJ my brother I hope you good
Nathan my nigga I hope you good
Didn't get to see you last time
Two weeks at home ain't enough in this fast life
I'm still looking for conviction
Something to believe in
I want a girl I can come home from bad seasons
Or when I'm paranoid with these bad feelings
I feel the aggression build up inside of me
Pulling back on my emotions handling it privately
But not healthily
But what's new
Heartbreak and Henny is old news
I bleed vodka
I still miss Popka
Lost my inner child I'm a foster
Of a whole new menace
And I'm losing all my leverage
And my mind's occupied by a group of ghost tenants
I'm really scared for the girl I date next
I think I found her, but shit I've got stress
Don't think I can rest
My heavy head, my addiction, my past on her chest
It's not fair
The real me isn't on my Instagram
I swear I need an Oscar, man
Stoicism that's masking my inhibition
My narcissism that's fueling my own depression
But let me finish it hasn't been all bad
I'm just missing the simpler problems I had
Like breakups and blocked Visas
God let me feel love before leaving
I've still got much in my store
A whole lot of songs that I wrote
I thank God for twenty-four
Hope to God for much more
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Ya
Been a while since I've rapped
Voice tracked
No singing
Straight rap
Just facts
No concept
Just rapping from my conscious
A simple beat that let's me talk shit
I've been working on my mixtape
Remembering my mistakes
I can't let go
When shit got real my core showed
I was technically right, but an asshole
(I'm only one man)
I can't listen to that song anymore
It makes me feel sick
Out here whining like a bitch
Makes me want to take down that shit
I'm dodging calls from my sponsor
Thirty days sober never thought that it was possible
I thought I hit rock bottom last year
But I guess it wasn't enough to make me more responsible
Now I focus on work, work on my craft
My final year, I'm scared to relax
A little more focused on where I'm spending my cash
Just want to buy my mother a Jag'
But I'm torn, man trying to turn this music to career
I'm busy looking at my peers
Millennial rappers already living lavish
Makes me want to jump on this bandwagon trap shit
I swear the first chance get Imma sell out
Nah
Love my few fans, man
But I need the cash, man
And I need it fast, man
Got a lot of plans, man
They say overnight success takes seven years
And my girl at the time told me I could make it big
She made me feel it real
And I still hold it dear
(Feels like I'm losing-)
Feels like I'm losing touch with everybody
TJ my brother I hope you good
Nathan my nigga I hope you good
Didn't get to see you last time
Two weeks at home ain't enough in this fast life
I'm still looking for conviction
Something to believe in
I want a girl I can come home from bad seasons
Or when I'm paranoid with these bad feelings
I feel the aggression build up inside of me
Pulling back on my emotions handling it privately
But not healthily
But what's new
Heartbreak and Henny is old news
I bleed vodka
I still miss Popka
Lost my inner child I'm a foster
Of a whole new menace
And I'm losing all my leverage
And my mind's occupied by a group of ghost tenants
I'm really scared for the girl I date next
I think I found her, but shit I've got stress
Don't think I can rest
My heavy head, my addiction, my past on her chest
It's not fair
The real me isn't on my Instagram
I swear I need an Oscar, man
Stoicism that's masking my inhibition
My narcissism that's fueling my own depression
But let me finish it hasn't been all bad
I'm just missing the simpler problems I had
Like breakups and blocked Visas
God let me feel love before leaving
I've still got much in my store
A whole lot of songs that I wrote
I thank God for twenty-four
Hope to God for much more
Been a while since I've rapped
Voice tracked
No singing
Straight rap
Just facts
No concept
Just rapping from my conscious
A simple beat that let's me talk shit
I've been working on my mixtape
Remembering my mistakes
I can't let go
When shit got real my core showed
I was technically right, but an asshole
(I'm only one man)
I can't listen to that song anymore
It makes me feel sick
Out here whining like a bitch
Makes me want to take down that shit
I'm dodging calls from my sponsor
Thirty days sober never thought that it was possible
I thought I hit rock bottom last year
But I guess it wasn't enough to make me more responsible
Now I focus on work, work on my craft
My final year, I'm scared to relax
A little more focused on where I'm spending my cash
Just want to buy my mother a Jag'
But I'm torn, man trying to turn this music to career
I'm busy looking at my peers
Millennial rappers already living lavish
Makes me want to jump on this bandwagon trap shit
I swear the first chance get Imma sell out
Nah
Love my few fans, man
But I need the cash, man
And I need it fast, man
Got a lot of plans, man
They say overnight success takes seven years
And my girl at the time told me I could make it big
She made me feel it real
And I still hold it dear
(Feels like I'm losing-)
Feels like I'm losing touch with everybody
TJ my brother I hope you good
Nathan my nigga I hope you good
Didn't get to see you last time
Two weeks at home ain't enough in this fast life
I'm still looking for conviction
Something to believe in
I want a girl I can come home from bad seasons
Or when I'm paranoid with these bad feelings
I feel the aggression build up inside of me
Pulling back on my emotions handling it privately
But not healthily
But what's new
Heartbreak and Henny is old news
I bleed vodka
I still miss Popka
Lost my inner child I'm a foster
Of a whole new menace
And I'm losing all my leverage
And my mind's occupied by a group of ghost tenants
I'm really scared for the girl I date next
I think I found her, but shit I've got stress
Don't think I can rest
My heavy head, my addiction, my past on her chest
It's not fair
The real me isn't on my Instagram
I swear I need an Oscar, man
Stoicism that's masking my inhibition
My narcissism that's fueling my own depression
But let me finish it hasn't been all bad
I'm just missing the simpler problems I had
Like breakups and blocked Visas
God let me feel love before leaving
I've still got much in my store
A whole lot of songs that I wrote
I thank God for twenty-four
Hope to God for much more
Writer: Hage Hiveluah
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid