SCATTERED THØUGHTS, Pt. I

Lately I been moving in Braille
My thoughts and actions would have you thinking my beats are for sale
Quit the stressin, professin
Thinking I'm teaching at Yale
My only vice is that I dialed down my dreams to your scale

Well I go green like academy
I steer clear of the clubs ain't tryna
See what the caddy see
I got thoroughbred south side west coast family
Ten toed friends good heads I could count on see
Need a good girl with some good good gravity
Brought the whole squad
Ain't a single one doubted me
Yea

And they stay gassing me up
I wrote an album bout em
But I know that that ain't enough
And I'd be lost without em
Pastors got them clapping it up
Yet all these rappers still thinking
That they been passing me up I mean like

Let's take it back for a minute
I been running the gym and I been practicing in it
I been shooting my shots think I should stay independent
If we got labels involved you know she want her percentage
If we got problems to solve you know I'm calling it in and
It's like a lottery ball but yea I bet I stay winning
I mean like

So Wait
Lately I got so much on my plate

Cruising thru the city
Stay up late

Breaking all the rules I mean I'm
Something close to nothing baby
This is all I know

I got homies that roll with me baby girl just slow ya roll

I Ain't seen the sun a while
I mean I love of the outdoors but this shit make me smile
I mean I love some hot s'mores
But this shit is my child
And now they calling for more
Like my number been dialed so

I guess I'm calling it in
So many options had me thinking picking
One was a sin
So many problems had me tryna stick to none breath it in
That's the music baby yea I know you like what I did

Bout a week before the album drop
Take me for granted that's a countertop

Pause

No pun intended that's a krispy stop
Like a snap then a crackle pop

Okay enough now we reel in
Caught some good fish in the dish
Now we dealing it in
Ace Queen King Jack Black all needs a ten
5 4 3 2 1 all I needs a friend
Hope you hear this song and it makes ya grin
What's a good night without a lil bit sunny in (What)

I'm Philadelphia baby
Call me 7-6 or just call the 6 and then maybe
Call up Drizzy hits, Like I'm out here Nursing a baby
Call Kawhi then sip
Like I work for Lipton or shady
Yep
Now I'm spreading it out
Cuz I know that some of y'all think there's something to doubt
But hmm
Don't look too bad on the bright side
Got some good good friends on my right side
Still might not wake up at the right time
But I still got these beats that's the lifeline



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Writer(s): Trevor Hawkins
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