| Same shit but a different day
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| When the pain hits I’ll be switchin' lanes
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| When I’m anxious it be makin' way
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| When I make it am I makin' weight
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| Okay
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| The cameras too flashy I cover my face
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| I start to wonder if all of this fate
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| I start to wonder if all of you fake
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| Stuck in a loop and it’s hard to escape
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| You barely get out the bed I’m like top of the mornin'
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| You not important
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| Sick of my lane I’m exchanging a foreign
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| Sick of myself cause I’m barely performin'
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| Procrastination be me fascination
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| And I’m so tired of waitin' to activate it
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| So I’m active lately
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| Will it happen? |
| maybe
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| If I bottle it up I’ll be actin crazy
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| Like Uh
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| Say I be workin' until it’s daybreak uh
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| I just been runnin' in like the same place uh
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| Lately I’m losin' like all the great days
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| Motherfucker loosin' potential like what a shame ay
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| Thought that I was something s-somethin'
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| But it turns out I’m nothin' n-nothin'
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| You barely get out the bed I’m like top of the mornin'
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| You not important
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| Sick of my lane I’m exchanging a foreign
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| Sick of myself cause I’m barely performin'
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| I been hopin' that you wake up soon
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| Cause I’m still asleep and it is almost noon
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| Don’t know if you hear the voices in yo' room
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| Cause they tellin' you to get up off yo' ass and make some moves
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| Ay
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| I ain’t feelin' it no more
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| Everytime I step up in this bitch I feel like I’m bored
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| I don’t know what’s comin' next and I don’t know what’s in store
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| But I feel so unimportant don’t know myself anymore |