Wizzac - really? Lyrics

Talking im not that
Trynna place brown kids on the map
You're focused on the gas
Im just trynna push the flag

I dont want a bag
Im just here to spit some facts
Some things in life i've stood for
But never heard no claps

Young kids smoking hash
I've loved malana, in fact
I didn't recognize myself
I still can't talk to dad

Some things just stay confused, forever
Is it all in my head?
Am i settled for right one
Or is it cause of the sex

So much on my mind
I could fill an empty plate
So much to look upto
But they only look at grades

Matter of fact, thats not me
I only look up to the greats
I study them, i study stories
You can test me anyday

Rollin' up rollin' up rollin' up joints
They cookin' up
F*ckin' up
Gathering points
You hatin' on somebody down the road
Man happy with the way that his life goes
But you can't look cause he just smiled
And things are f*cked up in your own damn life
Gotta change that
Gotta change your life
You can't sit and yell
Gotta fix your life, boy

But i promise you
Things will be better
Things will be better
I promise you

Really
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