| One step too late
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| I don’t think it’s even worth the time
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| I don’t really fuck with you
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| So why you always hit my line?
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| I been feeling down
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| Doing all I can to get it right
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| Maybe I’m just trippin'
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| Smoke another round, might multiply
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| Stuck inside a cycle feeling empty through the
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| Swervin' in the Benz
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| Really hoping that I make it though
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| Say that they
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| Let’s be honest, do they say the truth?
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| Sticking to my dreams
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| I ain’t alone when I be makin' moves
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| I’m stuck inside a dream, I’m stuck inside this dream
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| I’m stupid thinking she would ever fall in love with me
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| I been searching for love but it’s no search in me
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| Mixed emotions again caused me not to sleep, on repeat
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| Screamin' is all I hear inside of my head
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| Try to escape it, yeah, it’s time to fight it
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| Yeah, no I’m never hiding
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| Catch me at my crib and I be rolling dank
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| Sayin' that they want the old me but I never changed
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| Feel like I just keep talkin', but do you ever listen?
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| Put my heart in this music and just know I’m never quitting
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| One step too late
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| I don’t think it’s even worth the time
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| I don’t really fuck with you
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| So why you always hit my line?
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| I been feeling down
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| Doing all I can to get it right
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| Maybe I’m just trippin'
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| Smoke another round, might multiply
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| Stuck inside a cycle feeling empty through the
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| Swervin' in the Benz
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| Really hoping that I make it though
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| Say that they
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| Let’s be honest, do they say the truth?
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| Sticking to my dreams
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| I ain’t alone when I be makin' moves
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| I’ve been stuck inside my mind
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| I don’t really wanna talk about it
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| Keep on askin' and I say I’m doing fine
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| 'Cause I don’t wanna talk about it
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| Yeah, even tho I’m feelin' down
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| Keep it moving, keep it going
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| Never make a sound
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| Forever stressin' 'bout these problems
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| Gotta drown it out
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| And fuck the people always doubtin'
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| Gotta air 'em out and make my family proud
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| I’m gonna make 'em proud
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| Then I’m smokin' loud, grab my phone
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| Write just to let it out thru the pain
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| And all the struggles stayin' true to me
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| And when I go really hoping that you remember me
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| One step too late
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| I don’t think it’s even worth the time
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| I don’t really fuck with you
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| So why you always hit my line?
|
| I been feeling down
|
| Doing all I can to get it right
|
| Maybe I’m just trippin'
|
| Smoke another round, might multiply
|
| Stuck inside a cycle feeling empty through the
|
| Swervin' in the Benz
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| Really hoping that I make it though
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| Say that they
|
| Let’s be honest, do they say the truth?
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| Sticking to my dreams
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| I ain’t alone when I be makin' moves |