Ever heard of consideration? I need a vacation
Mild all the time, im just stuck in my station
Impatient, lookin for fun and now im chasin it
Im eyein up the party scene, im casin it
Look, I'll never leave my home, I like to pace in it
And dream of all the people that I coulda been
Fine ladies walkin in like it's a wolves den
They visitin the alpha, man they born to sin
That's tied to a culture I was never in
System of oppression where the douches win
I was born a downer, keep the lights dim
I need to shine with confidence, a new lens
New look, high fashion, new Benz
Key to the crux of how the world spins
Lock that shit down, that's when the cycle ends
Cyclin, swappin through the hoes you met, damn
Old shit, here im in a mood again, damn
New shit, dead inside the night's alive, damn
Old shit, darkness flowin through my pen, damn
New shit, losin it, im goin in, ham
Yuh, yuh
Im sayin it with pride, I got no friends
Yuh, yuh
Word to Dallas, he was there for me
Word to K cause she was feelin me
Word to Dad, he taught me everything
Word to mom, she 'bout to see the dream
This aint your culture but it worth it man
Give it a shot
Shoot the vultures circling
Look at all the beats we been murderin
Don't you see the talent thats unfur-ilin
Don't you see the dirt you been trackin in
Leave your downers at the door
Try and hack man
This our power trip
Back pack it man
Back back back back back way back when
I was in your shoes
No friends
No one kicked it wit yo boy
It was saddenin
So I wrote these words
It was maddenin
I wore my heart on my shirt
I was trappin it
I had black friends
That was way back when
Now their family
Jaz, cris and them
Tyrese
Wore everything but cleats
Camo pants
What the f*ck were you thinkin man
But see
That's what I mean
I was like you
But then I lived my dream
Damn
Nervous
Sweat poolin in my hands
Clam
Worthless
Think im beatin
Take my hand
Sam
Flyin too close to the sun
Cant
Drop me now
Damn my pen is almost done
How
Walk it right up to the game
Look it in the face
And to me it bows
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Ever heard of consideration? I need a vacation
Mild all the time, im just stuck in my station
Impatient, lookin for fun and now im chasin it
Im eyein up the party scene, im casin it
Look, I'll never leave my home, I like to pace in it
And dream of all the people that I coulda been
Fine ladies walkin in like it's a wolves den
They visitin the alpha, man they born to sin
That's tied to a culture I was never in
System of oppression where the douches win
I was born a downer, keep the lights dim
I need to shine with confidence, a new lens
New look, high fashion, new Benz
Key to the crux of how the world spins
Lock that shit down, that's when the cycle ends
Cyclin, swappin through the hoes you met, damn
Old shit, here im in a mood again, damn
New shit, dead inside the night's alive, damn
Old shit, darkness flowin through my pen, damn
New shit, losin it, im goin in, ham
Yuh, yuh
Im sayin it with pride, I got no friends
Yuh, yuh
Word to Dallas, he was there for me
Word to K cause she was feelin me
Word to Dad, he taught me everything
Word to mom, she 'bout to see the dream
This aint your culture but it worth it man
Give it a shot
Shoot the vultures circling
Look at all the beats we been murderin
Don't you see the talent thats unfur-ilin
Don't you see the dirt you been trackin in
Leave your downers at the door
Try and hack man
This our power trip
Back pack it man
Back back back back back way back when
I was in your shoes
No friends
No one kicked it wit yo boy
It was saddenin
So I wrote these words
It was maddenin
I wore my heart on my shirt
I was trappin it
I had black friends
That was way back when
Now their family
Jaz, cris and them
Tyrese
Wore everything but cleats
Camo pants
What the f*ck were you thinkin man
But see
That's what I mean
I was like you
But then I lived my dream
Damn
Nervous
Sweat poolin in my hands
Clam
Worthless
Think im beatin
Take my hand
Sam
Flyin too close to the sun
Cant
Drop me now
Damn my pen is almost done
How
Walk it right up to the game
Look it in the face
And to me it bows
Mild all the time, im just stuck in my station
Impatient, lookin for fun and now im chasin it
Im eyein up the party scene, im casin it
Look, I'll never leave my home, I like to pace in it
And dream of all the people that I coulda been
Fine ladies walkin in like it's a wolves den
They visitin the alpha, man they born to sin
That's tied to a culture I was never in
System of oppression where the douches win
I was born a downer, keep the lights dim
I need to shine with confidence, a new lens
New look, high fashion, new Benz
Key to the crux of how the world spins
Lock that shit down, that's when the cycle ends
Cyclin, swappin through the hoes you met, damn
Old shit, here im in a mood again, damn
New shit, dead inside the night's alive, damn
Old shit, darkness flowin through my pen, damn
New shit, losin it, im goin in, ham
Yuh, yuh
Im sayin it with pride, I got no friends
Yuh, yuh
Word to Dallas, he was there for me
Word to K cause she was feelin me
Word to Dad, he taught me everything
Word to mom, she 'bout to see the dream
This aint your culture but it worth it man
Give it a shot
Shoot the vultures circling
Look at all the beats we been murderin
Don't you see the talent thats unfur-ilin
Don't you see the dirt you been trackin in
Leave your downers at the door
Try and hack man
This our power trip
Back pack it man
Back back back back back way back when
I was in your shoes
No friends
No one kicked it wit yo boy
It was saddenin
So I wrote these words
It was maddenin
I wore my heart on my shirt
I was trappin it
I had black friends
That was way back when
Now their family
Jaz, cris and them
Tyrese
Wore everything but cleats
Camo pants
What the f*ck were you thinkin man
But see
That's what I mean
I was like you
But then I lived my dream
Damn
Nervous
Sweat poolin in my hands
Clam
Worthless
Think im beatin
Take my hand
Sam
Flyin too close to the sun
Cant
Drop me now
Damn my pen is almost done
How
Walk it right up to the game
Look it in the face
And to me it bows
Writer: Austin Reilly, John Leyrer
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid