Waiting

God I can't fucking make my mind work
Trying to give these guys everything they can get
I mean that's it, fuck it
I get so goddamn diuretic when I sit here
My mouth just never stops
I wonder what the real dialogue is for fucks sake

At this point I'm disappointed in my progress
Numb to the world
Blunt rips dull my mind
Figure unless I get up in my zone again I'll drop this conquest
Feel like it ain't no inspiration in this small town
Same shit day in day out
Same red lights, same route
Rolling with the same crowd
Anxious, wringing out my brain for a way out
This bubble; sick of the monotony
I'm sick of not being where I outta be
Sitting on a beach with a lotta cheese
Bitches coming on to me, financial autonomy, honesty
This ain't at all what I expected
I've never felt so misdirected
Where my pay checks at
Where my big break at
Where's the log cabin with a view of the lake at huh
This shit is ass-backwards if you ask me
I never let an opportunity pass me
So why the fuck I feel like I ain't did shit
And why the past year feel like last week
And what's the next move? I'm fed up
It's hard to smile when you know you deserve better
Shit, I ain't drafting no suicide letter
But I've gotten so used to feeling down I can't get up
Shit-faced in this Cosby sweater with a vendetta
Bitter as a lime
So high, eyes never been redder
In my late 20's running out of time
It's a crime that me and Dubl had to wait this long
And I ain't saying that my faith is gone
Shit I'm just frustrated sitting here faded
Should have already made it that's why I made this song

How much longer this shit gone take
How much longer y'all gone make me wait on y'all
On y'all
On y'all? no more
On y'all
How much longer this shit gone take
How much longer y'all gone make me wait on y'all
On y'all
On y'all
On y'all

This fucking industry is bullshit
It ain't about the music
I know I got the skill just never get the chance to prove it
So what's it gonna take to finish up this fucking tape
Cause I can't take this fucking waiting game y'all forcing me to play
Ain't got all day, I'm fucking 27 all the kids who got the shine
Are blowing up but mediocre, I been snappin this whole time
And I ain't got a sign a fuckin show or even demo tapes
But got the sickest flow so when do my ass get to celebrate
I elevate and try to rise above it
Even though all my connections leave me hanging like a puppet
Nowadays I wanna make it big
Just so I can rub it in the faces of the ones who said I wasn't in they budget
Ones who put me on the back-burner like a side bitch
Left me in the corner like a motherfucking ficus
Withering away when they could bottle up lightning
One day I'ma get a call they ask me to decide which
Record label out of any one I want to sign with
Bet you when that time hits, you'll wish you made time, bitch
Now you blowing up my phone because I'm rich
I'll be on a jet and probably chuckle as the line clicks
Time ticks on, I don't plan to hold grudges
Maybe next time you'll reconsider that budget
Tough shit, now I'm getting drunk with
Half-naked bitches wrestling inside a mud pit
I'm talking caviar, Chandon, Mercs with the top gone
Ripping stained-glass bongs, number one hit songs
All my shit's on television
Fine bitches do the splits on my dick with nothing but kicks on
Bricks on deck of the finest kush in the land
Whippin million dollar cars while you pushin a van
Take a big step back and take a look at the man
Datsun, killing records like you wouldn't understand bitch
How much longer this shit gone take? here we go again
How much longer y'all gone make me wait on y'all
On y'all
On y'all
On y'all
How much longer this shit gone take
How much longer y'all gone make me wait on y'all
On y'all
On y'all
On y'all
How much longer this gone take
How much longer I'ma wait

Fuck... not even funny anymore