(Verse)
It's like, even though I'm up for the task
I haven't done it
I rather cash in on some ass, keep it coming
Then after hit some meat from the stash, keep it a hundid
And I feel that you can mash up fo' you black, and you blunted
Coming from me, that's hard to stomach
But lately I've been runnin' from me, like I be summin'
Like summin' is tellin' me to do nothin'
Duckin', I'm doin' nothin' bout it
Bluffin' through every discussion and gettin' nothin out it
(Hook)
Round and rund I go
Wher eis my passion?
Gettin' distracted, I know
I'm going backwards
(Verse)
It's like, even though you started the job, you haven't finished
So your destiny is gettin' robbed like every minute
And though the rest obey that you're on, it's not official
You run along, saying it's wrong and do it different
You're not alone, you see, this world is nuts,
We all distracted by the things that lead the world to us
But our gage is wrong, it's something dangerous
Without a change in all, talk about an aid in love
Fuck tryna keep the Earth spinnin', you dizzy with yo' friends
And niggas on the streets is busy with revenge
And women in the sheets get freaked until they prego
You make your boys out of your good words, you pedo
Following them girls, used to let us, while the mother
Of your girls tries to heal, cause she set up for your ass(?)
And your ass is distracted a little
And asking these kids who's your dad, it's a riddle
When they gotta ask to themselves in the middle of a class
That he probably ain't gon' pass
The fiddle with the notion, but lemme move on, we all struggle with devotion
It takes too long, so why practice?
The television's blasting, ain't nobody falling the plug
And misaligning the club, you're bypassing
You could have done things, but you aren't, though
Looking at dumb things on your smart phone
I run it how you miss what you;re callin' this
Some of you know, and you still won't put your all in it
(Hook)
Round and rund I go
Wher eis my passion?
Gettin' distracted, I know
I'm going backwards
(Verse)
Like Sam Cooke, I'm full of song, but I'm still rough around the edges
Like a bullet whole, it gets tougher round my heades,
But you wouldn't know
The witness could have stuck to be pathethic if I couldn't blow
It's a hard row staying focused on flows
I get distracted, like every one one of these hoes
I should be rappin'
But rappers while they all on my dough, I tell her keep her clothes on
But now they all onmy flow, they make it happen, nigga
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