[Verse 1] My trains just about to leave the station I'm headed somewhere but I know it ain't vacation No pity but I guess I don't deserve one I'm tryna blaze a path that I know my ass can learn from Cuz I've been struggling some But I know I got it better than most And when I come back around I guarantee we'll have something to toast Drunk in the city and the thoughts start to wandering Point a and b are the plots that you're pondering You're tryna catch up without any condiments Living with a vision imprisoning all your common sense No maps and you can't make a phone call Your gps is down cuz you went and held the phone wrong Those 4gs don't appear inside your bank account You always been too big to rock somebody's hand me downs Always frowned upon some charity or hand outs But having your own cake to do the same is paramount Ethical egoism for the hypocritical Thinking that your bigger than the people who are kin to you
[Verse 2] I remember how it was back in high school Spit a rap in class front like it's a haiku Cuz you didn't like to share your love of rap then Thought you sounded dorky cuz you didn't have an accent Some people never get to sleep upon a box spring Some people only care about penning they quatrains Pardon me, but stanzas, can stand up Tryna find a way for these bars to bust bad luck But when the sun shines you open blind eyes The minor chords turn to major and then time flies Cuz' you're a kid again happy to be a citizen Living on a whim and you managed to shake the bitterness The boy meets the world he's tryna find topanga Finds himself inside a web that tries to keep him tangled Hang ups can frustrate the search don't stop Even when she's doing cowgirl you're still on top
[Verse 3] They told me dumb it down I told em' smarten up They told me easy pal I told em yall are nuts I believe that I'm am tired of being forcefed Even if that means I am listening to the door slam I've seen some doors close walking down the primrose The disappointments only open other windows The fresh air means that hope is tryna holler I'll keep it 1 hundred with or without any dollarsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
