Thinkin'

Shit was good
Couple fucking months ago
In a fucking bungalow
I remember when the fucking money started coming in
Why you think I'm cussing
I don't even need to write no more
Imprisoning my own self with
Bars I built I enclose my-
Self in music and hope that
You can use it to cope when
Life abuses you most
Indulging with Mary's smoke and
Tell you the truth I'm stoked I'm
Bulletproof and I've proved it
I'm gassed up I'm like Jupiter
Who could've thought that humans could reach a star on a boat
I'm so thru with this whole confusing my life with some rhymes I wrote
I care even less so I'm making a track about nothing yo
I got nothing to lose
I got nothing to show

Ayo I'm thinking
Daydreaming
Visualizing
Vibin' in the streets
Instead of steady mobbing
Robbing in the streets
Shots popping why you
In the driver seat homie
You could've been thinking
Daydreaming
Visualizing
Vibin' in the streets
Instead of steady mobbing
Robbing in the streets
Shots popping why you
In the driver seat homie
You should've been

Irreversible damage had made my mind a place for no man
Living in the vastness of my thoughts just like a nomad
Trapped within these walls which I have raised until I go bland
Often I escape, I make mistakes and then I go back
Thought I was a prisoner, now feel like the warden
Free to leave at any time, but I come back every morning
Start my shift from good, my life transitions back into mourning
I'm watching from the outside, but them cells always be calling
And even though I have control over which gates I should open
Even though I know which inmates are gonna attempt to end me
Even though these internal conflicts ain't even close to foreign
I walked the plank again because toxicity always gets me
Reassuring happiness and I don't see eye to eye
See every seed of hope I thought had rosed and blossomed inside me
Had seemed to go up in a flame lit the world I perceived blindly
But keep in mind the lights ahead still means my shadows behind me

Asking yourself why you stay up late till the morning everyday
You get to go away escape reality your mind is blinded
By the drugs I bet by now you've developed a nasty habit
Of constantly wasting time over things that never mattered
I get it, you tryna get it, you ride in a Civic
And In it you writing a gimmick
Striving to give it an image you probably envisioned
In the back of your head but it's been seven minutes
Now you struggling to finish
I've seen it happen one minute ya into rap
The next minute you oddly acting like Popeye ran outta spinach, you whack
Poppin a pill but sadly end up relapsing
You're weak body collapsing now you laying on the floor just

Thinking
Daydreaming
Visualizing
Vibin' in the streets
Instead of steady mobbing
Robbing in the streets
Shots popping why you
In the driver seat homie
You could've been thinking
Daydreaming
Visualizing
Vibin' in the streets
Instead of steady mobbing
Robbing in the streets
Shots popping why you
In the driver seat homie
You should've been