Lost in Thought
Days like this I find myself not myself and I need help
Like where's the ones that I can call and all
When I need help
Cause at this point
I get pissed off
Little known fact, I made it this far
So I wouldn't miss yah
Shooting my shot and I wouldn't miss far
No air ball, no air bud ima big dawg
Feeling like Clifford
Growing like 30 feet tall
And I see above it all
And I never seen it coming but I like who I'm becoming
So no offense if offend yah
I been feeling like I'm just running
Tryna get away
Like the cops on my ass cause the time running fast
And my body moving slow like I got nowhere to go
In a sense I'm the center
Of everything
Beginning and the ending
Only way you gonna end 'em
Is if you ever go pretending
And I'm never with the switching
You gonna get what you been giving
So maybe it's just best if you play your own position but
What's the difference
I've been tripping
Yeah
I've been distant
I just disappear
I come back
There's still a distant fear
But this my year
My shit hit different yeah
Days like this I find myself not myself and I need help
Like where's the ones that I can call and all when I need help
Yeah
Days like this I find myself not myself and I need help
Like where's the ones that I can call and all when I need help
Yeah
(A person who thinks all the time has nothing to think about except thought
So he loses touch with reality
And lives in a world of illusions
This is a disater)
Like where's the ones that I can call and all
When I need help
Cause at this point
I get pissed off
Little known fact, I made it this far
So I wouldn't miss yah
Shooting my shot and I wouldn't miss far
No air ball, no air bud ima big dawg
Feeling like Clifford
Growing like 30 feet tall
And I see above it all
And I never seen it coming but I like who I'm becoming
So no offense if offend yah
I been feeling like I'm just running
Tryna get away
Like the cops on my ass cause the time running fast
And my body moving slow like I got nowhere to go
In a sense I'm the center
Of everything
Beginning and the ending
Only way you gonna end 'em
Is if you ever go pretending
And I'm never with the switching
You gonna get what you been giving
So maybe it's just best if you play your own position but
What's the difference
I've been tripping
Yeah
I've been distant
I just disappear
I come back
There's still a distant fear
But this my year
My shit hit different yeah
Days like this I find myself not myself and I need help
Like where's the ones that I can call and all when I need help
Yeah
Days like this I find myself not myself and I need help
Like where's the ones that I can call and all when I need help
Yeah
(A person who thinks all the time has nothing to think about except thought
So he loses touch with reality
And lives in a world of illusions
This is a disater)
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Writer(s): Mark Norman
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