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[Intro:] |
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Unh, yeah |
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Unh, yeah |
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Yeah [x2] |
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[Verse:] |
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Wake up |
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Surrounding by crumbled pages |
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Scrolling down Tumblr pages |
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For something human, it's called inspiration |
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I call it "purpose", you call it "work, " but I call it worthless |
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Some niggas work like their calling is to call on the nurses |
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Leave your verse inside a funeral home, I never left |
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You second guess what I would do for the throne |
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I was sixteen, I get cheese to craft me a home |
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I packed up a loan, one bedroom and my microphone |
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As I hoped to make a living off the beats |
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My grandma fell asleep and even she lost here pulse |
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My goal became never say, there can't be a better place |
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'Til you get there, make this a heaven state |
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Let us pray, wake up, meditate, break up |
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Medicate, bake up, levitate |
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All I need is head and space |
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My city reminds me I'm not anything godly |
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Just a mix of complexity like I'm Biggie and Gandhi |
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And I'll be tight as the pants on Will.I.Am |
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I'm everything I feel I am |
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If I'm not, until I am |
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Or wait to the day I feel I am |
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Get ready for the real I am |