I dead-ass woke up in the clothes I was wearing last night
Your boy's a little greasy
Oh god mother, father, please believe me
I've been waiting too long
I've been takin' it easy
I've been stressin' with the situation, no you have to
All the warmth I be having it be coming from you
Been my own lab rat, doin' tests for days
Seeing what would fuck my mind up and would put me in my place
What would show me my light, and guide me out my dark
When my finish line was where I began where I start
It isn't easy
Thinking all I'm thinking
All the wrong I did sorry just bought a business
And these lies that I told (Yeah)
And i trip on my words
Now I trip on my words
And then I stay tripping
That's absurd
Wanna, wanna make it, wanna shoot for the stars
Please God make it so I won't fall short
Haven't been the best writer, not been good with these words
But I'm really writing just to show what I am and where I wanna
Wanna make it, wanna shoot for the stars
Please God make it so I won't fall short
Haven't been the best writer, not been good with these words But I'm really writing just to show what I am worth
Throw it way back when, when my diet was shit
Pissing of my mom and pop, still callin' me shit
I've been dodging all the drama, smoking in public
I've been missing all the action, being higher than bliss
Like some Goodyear running so fast with these wings on
Threw out my bands and I got me my Scot song
Voice got deep since the seven-old
Look me in my eyes, man
This boy is fully grown
Now they wanna take my soul, they wanna sell it for gold
But the jokes on them because I don't have one to hold
My hair's redder than the rising sun
Smoking so much reefer feel like Cheech and Chong
Off the fucking ganja like a Rastaman
Still jammin' out like god damn
But I, stick to the finer things
Like Momma home cooked meals
That's how love feels, you bitch
Wanna make it, wanna shoot for the stars
Please God make it so I won't fall short
Haven't been the best writer not been good with these words
But I'm really writing just to show what I am and where I wanna
Wanna make it, wanna shoot for the stars
Please God make it so I won't fall short
Haven't been the best writer not been good with these words
But I'm really really really really really really really wanna