Faded Orange
I'm in the mood to praise my own mind
I'm in a good mood
Hanging out the window
While the car is still in motion
Life is harder than trying to
Light a cigar by just blowing it
I know it
I'm going toe to toe
With this total ownership
I told them this:
Don't joke about the fact
That I don't owe them shit (Yeah)
Hoping that y'all
Don't notice my soul is missing
Sold it on the road
With the sole intention
Of focusing
My vocals into gold
So that y'all can never talk
Over me (Yeah)
That's how it's supposed to be
You have no idea what's left in store
I got a dozen shoes
I keep them all in storage
I wear those motherfuckers down
My feet been feeling sore
These laces once were black
But now they're faded orange
I'm in the mood to praise my own mind
I'm in a good mood
I got a lot of things
That I don't really own
I got a lot of people
Watching me get older
Most of them good
But some of them
Just want my gold
When I blow up
You better check
Which side you're on
Fuck what you thought
When you saw my photograph
Im deeper than that
Ok let's leave it at that
I knock it out of the park
Ain't got no need for a bat
I'm like a great white shark
I got that thing they don't have
I got a secret in fact
I'm dropping keys to the map
I know i might not look the part
But watch me bringing it back
I studied Method Man
Eminem
Everybody that raps
Another '93 kid
Now baby crank it to max
You have no idea what's left in store
I got a dozen shoes
I keep them all in storage
I wear those motherfuckers down
My feet been feeling sore
These laces once were black
But now they're faded orange
I swear I've paid my dues
I've slept on dirty floors
I'm in a 'pay me mood'
No I don't hurt no more
You all been lazy dude
We're out here working doors
I'm always reaching out to get it
So I don't work no more
Im in the mood to praise my own mind
Im in the mood to praise my own mind
And if I end up
On the inside
Of an all too early grave
Let me say
May my pen and letter
Purge of me of my ways
Got no faith
Never had a sense
No pathway lit or paved
Push my pain
I speak what I got within
No hesitate
Paid my dues in full
No I never settle late
Maybe sometimes act a fool
Thats just how I celebrate
Praying for some happy news
Take away with this checker game
I swear I've been out my mind
But I ain't trying to sell no blame
I'm in a good mood
Hanging out the window
While the car is still in motion
Life is harder than trying to
Light a cigar by just blowing it
I know it
I'm going toe to toe
With this total ownership
I told them this:
Don't joke about the fact
That I don't owe them shit (Yeah)
Hoping that y'all
Don't notice my soul is missing
Sold it on the road
With the sole intention
Of focusing
My vocals into gold
So that y'all can never talk
Over me (Yeah)
That's how it's supposed to be
You have no idea what's left in store
I got a dozen shoes
I keep them all in storage
I wear those motherfuckers down
My feet been feeling sore
These laces once were black
But now they're faded orange
I'm in the mood to praise my own mind
I'm in a good mood
I got a lot of things
That I don't really own
I got a lot of people
Watching me get older
Most of them good
But some of them
Just want my gold
When I blow up
You better check
Which side you're on
Fuck what you thought
When you saw my photograph
Im deeper than that
Ok let's leave it at that
I knock it out of the park
Ain't got no need for a bat
I'm like a great white shark
I got that thing they don't have
I got a secret in fact
I'm dropping keys to the map
I know i might not look the part
But watch me bringing it back
I studied Method Man
Eminem
Everybody that raps
Another '93 kid
Now baby crank it to max
You have no idea what's left in store
I got a dozen shoes
I keep them all in storage
I wear those motherfuckers down
My feet been feeling sore
These laces once were black
But now they're faded orange
I swear I've paid my dues
I've slept on dirty floors
I'm in a 'pay me mood'
No I don't hurt no more
You all been lazy dude
We're out here working doors
I'm always reaching out to get it
So I don't work no more
Im in the mood to praise my own mind
Im in the mood to praise my own mind
And if I end up
On the inside
Of an all too early grave
Let me say
May my pen and letter
Purge of me of my ways
Got no faith
Never had a sense
No pathway lit or paved
Push my pain
I speak what I got within
No hesitate
Paid my dues in full
No I never settle late
Maybe sometimes act a fool
Thats just how I celebrate
Praying for some happy news
Take away with this checker game
I swear I've been out my mind
But I ain't trying to sell no blame
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Writer(s): Zack Pierson
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