Hoping We Dance
If I stay certain I'm bringing the bag
Mama still worried I'm losing my track
I know that I'm messy, I'm made for the rap
If it wasn't for Jordan, I'd slip through the cracks
What a hell of an act, yeah
Now I'm selling my craft, discover the cheese
Think I'm smelling a Mac
Since a kid I was smoking my shit out in back
Oh, sorry dad
I don't know why I don't call you, dad
I guess I'm just nervous, I'm learning by dials and tones
I sharpen my pen for an autograph
This is for real
This is the deal
This is the fact that I'm tearing my peels
This is the fact that I'm grungy and fucked up and broken
And giving you all that I feel, yeah yeah
I've been broken down
Oh, I've been growing up
My mind is playing tricks, and I don't know which way to run
If I could hit the brakes, then maybe I could keep you close
The clock is ticking now, and I don't know which way to go
My head is a puzzle, I play with the dirt
I don't know why that I still hear the bird
When I be working my shit doesn't work
But when I've been searching this shit isn't work, ayy
As an independent artist, this is a daily struggle so
Don't give up
Still I'm ahead of the curve, you know the words
Neither do I, I Juno the verbs
I judo the beat on the platter
My pockets get fatter, my last year has been such a blur
Benzos and scans, doctor demands
Everything that I keep building on sand
Everyone claiming they know me, they don't
I don't know how I'm still holding my stance
Hoping we dance
Mama still worried I'm losing my track
I know that I'm messy, I'm made for the rap
If it wasn't for Jordan, I'd slip through the cracks
What a hell of an act, yeah
Now I'm selling my craft, discover the cheese
Think I'm smelling a Mac
Since a kid I was smoking my shit out in back
Oh, sorry dad
I don't know why I don't call you, dad
I guess I'm just nervous, I'm learning by dials and tones
I sharpen my pen for an autograph
This is for real
This is the deal
This is the fact that I'm tearing my peels
This is the fact that I'm grungy and fucked up and broken
And giving you all that I feel, yeah yeah
I've been broken down
Oh, I've been growing up
My mind is playing tricks, and I don't know which way to run
If I could hit the brakes, then maybe I could keep you close
The clock is ticking now, and I don't know which way to go
My head is a puzzle, I play with the dirt
I don't know why that I still hear the bird
When I be working my shit doesn't work
But when I've been searching this shit isn't work, ayy
As an independent artist, this is a daily struggle so
Don't give up
Still I'm ahead of the curve, you know the words
Neither do I, I Juno the verbs
I judo the beat on the platter
My pockets get fatter, my last year has been such a blur
Benzos and scans, doctor demands
Everything that I keep building on sand
Everyone claiming they know me, they don't
I don't know how I'm still holding my stance
Hoping we dance
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Writer(s): Jacob Stap
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