I'm calling home, it's hour-long phone calls
Been feeling like I'm trapped inside the damn four walls
Grabbing on the head, like it's flat so I stick it
I pry it open, my screws loose so you can see me in this -
Talking to my mom, refueling on my fire
And it's the conversations that can take up oh too many hours
I might feel inspired, to make them swallow spiders
Eating on your words the only way you'll comfortably retire
They're too tired, I'm too pumped
This is not no fake huff-huff
This is not a show and I will not fake it just to puff
Got my titty bowl to suck
And when inhaled I'm lyfted up so I ain't calling on no Uber
I'm home, titty bowl is packed up
Wonder if I'm backed up by the people surrounding me
Friends can be a tragedy or dealing with fake family
How you know about our life when you don't say hi to me on
And how you want this shit to grow when you ain't never plant a seed
Plant your seeds and count your blessings, don't be stressing
Give it up to Heaven whenever you're feeling "Man, this ain't it"
Momma keep on telling me, you better take advantage of
Every opportunity, don't sit there like "This Ain't it"
While I'm sitting there telling her how I'm feeling, as if I'm the last option
Her response to me is "Well you better take advantage of every opportunity. Make it badass and then don't come back to me without it
Once its gone, it's like it never happened"
Dreams be crazy, mines are hazy, moms is real like daisies
My hands are shaking as I'm writing, what's the problem
I think I inhaled the entire garden
She said "I think your father's behind this"
"I had a dream that you were sitting in your chair, and in your room and I don't know about the display I just hope it's true
Calmly father figure spirit sitting next to you
Our eyes would meet, I tried to speak, he looked at me and just said Shhhh
And he looked like he was protecting, watching, making sure you were okay
I told him, you better not harm her
He said No, shaking his head
I'm not sure what dream means though"
And it brought tears to my eyes as I try to breakdown and analyze what the message is inside
Because in my mind it's only horror memories that like to haunt me
Nightmares, don't be scared
Science says its only your subconsciousness
Handling and dealing with all the stress
But the Bible says
That's how God sends you messages
But the Bible says
Plant your seeds and count your blessings, don't be stressing
Give it up to Heaven whenever you're feeling "Man, this ain't it"
Momma keep on telling me, you better take advantage of
Every opportunity, don't sit there like "This Ain't it"
Momma keep on telling me, you better take advantage of
And don't f*cken sit there like "This Ain't It"