Sometimes I
Sometimes its
Sometimes its
Aye
Sometimes I don't recognize myself in the mirror
Eye lash act like wind shield wipers
Peripheral I see a storm what the wind speed like
Top spinning bright lights blink in the distance like Morris code
Car parked eighty five thousand miles on my dashboard
I've been moving like a kid getting hair cut
Dripping sauce like my aura a gusher
Gosha bottoms you'd catch a gust from my window while we blowing clouds
Just then
My mother called make sure I'm living wearing clean socks
I'm walking miles while the north star guide me
Standing flaccid on a stoop my actions are fragmented
Burning loose ends and my ego aint trying to stop me
But these clones forcing characters they reading from a teleprompter
Trust falling on palms of vermin in shifty areas
I'm confident i'll find a space like new home owners
I hone in and scavenge waste mans I'm real bone picking
Uhh
Im moving through empty street like when dawn strikes
When its desolate I feel like the city is mine
Boot click
I used school as an excuse to state hop when I was trailblazing
I heard from a sheep the brands hot
I got a new trick in progress
You was hooked on chronic
I was hooked on phonics
Tryna find my vision
Learned my legacy deeper than profit
Sacrificing art to pocket change
Showed the price of a dollar
Earned a pretty penny
Crazy how that currency function
Sleep like a dead man
But I'm living like I'm running from something
Rushing to do something illegal
Don't value timing for nothing
Finessed into someone
To change a life the burden is heavy
When convos bore like a pendulum
I tread rock steady but thats when
My mother called make sure I'm living wearing clean socks
I'm walking miles while the north star guide me
Standing flaccid on a stoop my actions are fragmented
Burning loose ends and my ego aint trying to stop me
But these clones forcing characters they reading from a teleprompter
Trust falling on palms of vermin in shifty areas
I'm confident i'll find a space like new home owners
I hone in and scavenge waste mans I'm real bone picking
Uhh
Im moving like a kid getting hair cut
Warm breeze slap my cheek like when mamma mad
Distance turned some friends into wack jobs
But its still a whole lot of gang shit