November Daze

It don't always make sense, when you're stuck in close quarters
But the people in your circle, ain't always in your corner
I got some people riding with me that ain't riding for me
I know that off the rip, they gon' split prematurely
I think about the memories that we used to have
Always worry about the energy between me and my dad
He don't ever call, but sometimes I wish he would
But every time he does, it doesn't ever end good
So I'm focused on the vocals
Talking to the locals
I see myself growing and it always makes me hopeful
Driving through some things, but that doesn't make me mobile
I've turned into a king, but that doesn't mean I'm noble
The hurt helps me write, I give the pain the credit
Writing lyrics through the night, I hope I don't regret it
I was close with my dad, now his back is turned
Sometimes you set fire to bridges just to watch them burn
I've done my share of bad
I guess it's understandable
Love is only a feeling, it's never been tangible
A brand new man, I don't know what's gotten into me
Cutting people off, just cause I don't like their energy
Got a couple girls, that are saying that they're into me
But I could never give it to 'em, 'cause they're lacking mentally
And dad, I don't really know what is meant to be
I just hope that I can show you what you meant to me

I've been thinking 'bout going ghost
'Cause all this smoking has me comatose
Sometimes I wanna inhale until I fuckin' choke
I got nobody on my side, and no place to hide
Got some ride alongs that call themselves ride or dies
I love women, I don't discriminate by size of thighs
You gon' get yours, but I promise Ima get mine
An eerie spirit, fresh to death on every lyric
I'll keep spitting it loud, so I guarantee you'll hear it
Ima take this in another direction
Got a bad little shorty, the type that needs affection
The type of chick that if you see her out, you gon' get an erection
But every time I see that sweet face, I feel so rejected
I'm just accepting that I ain't good enough
Even though she tells me different, I keep calling her bluff

I've been dealing with some bad habits
It's too late for me to act average
Getting sick making classics, I guess that I'm just ill-matic
This skill I'm hoping that I still have it
'Cause I'm surprised that I'm still rapping
Lately I've been feeling mental
On the beat, I'm detrimental
So tired of these fake rappers steady flexing rentals
So much potential, but if I make it, know it was incidental
I've been grinding day and night, working on the fundamentals
I need some Folgers Crystals, 'cause I know that they're still sleeping on me
Death keeps trying to take me so I keep it on me
I'm all alone, I just need a homie
A couple Twix up my sleeve, man I need a moment

Thought I was sad, now I'm looking back on better days
Remember callin' you some shit I thought I'd never say
Apologies while wiping tears off that freckled face
Breaking up, then goin' to fuck out on Becky Lane
I just get faded, then remember them November days
You're actin' jaded, I'll defend you when you misbehave