Can You Call
Yeah
I'm just gonna go back in
Alright
Look
My worst fears to have a dream and do nothing bout it
Procrastinate every chance cus I truly doubt if
I could reach it, achieve it
Believe it if I could
But it seems that, the visions always clouded
Scratch out that last line
Back up and reroute it
Prep my voice, record it
But I'm hating how it's sounding
Never truly satisfied, no way else around it
Guess that my achilles heel
Is tryna fly while I'm grounded
In other words tryna swim while I'm drowning
In other words again tryna sprint while I'm lounging
Drop another song, gets my close friends bouncing
But my
Main concern is that it didn't do thousands
What the fuck is good
My perspective off balance
Usually my attitude is I can move mountains
But rising out of beds become a new challenge
And I, burn my lungs as I burn a few ounces
Liquor stay flowing
And it flow like new fountains
Circus members ask each other who this new clown is
All these thoughts in my head it grew crowded
Lost my mind
Can you call if you found it
Can you call if you
Can you call if you found it
(Call if you found it)
Yeah
Random thoughts got me feelin like a pessimist
Searchin for the excellence
I share my pain
Cus that's where all the...
Yeah
My mind-state shift quickly like it's pop culture
Latest trend is feeling happy then it's pop over
That's when it's back to not sober
Pot smoker
In my head feelin lonely down and wounded
Like a shot soldier
Peep my mind think I ruined it
Bolts appear loosened
Not properly screwed in, that's my conclusion
Almost 22 I need to find a place to move in
4 night stay twenty dollars
Red Roof Inn
Barely gettin rest, peep my eyes stay droopin
But it's 7 days a week you know my hustle keep movin
Spending dollars on these beats and then I recoup it
That's the real definition of my money stay loopin
Paying back my debts was a straight A student
Now the kids a fuckin rap star and part time producing
And it's, so gruesome
Way past contusions and bruisin
When I hop up on these tracks
You know I do's em
Straight oozing
And one day I'll be straight cruising
Down the freeway in a car with no roofing
My bass boosting
Out my tapes cus they so soothing
For this kid that hates the raps that leave your face toothless
To sweet and sugar coated
The game eroded
Used to be real writers and raw rhythm poets
What ever happened to it
I miss it dearly
Thoughts of a pessimist
It's written so clearly
I'm just gonna go back in
Alright
Look
My worst fears to have a dream and do nothing bout it
Procrastinate every chance cus I truly doubt if
I could reach it, achieve it
Believe it if I could
But it seems that, the visions always clouded
Scratch out that last line
Back up and reroute it
Prep my voice, record it
But I'm hating how it's sounding
Never truly satisfied, no way else around it
Guess that my achilles heel
Is tryna fly while I'm grounded
In other words tryna swim while I'm drowning
In other words again tryna sprint while I'm lounging
Drop another song, gets my close friends bouncing
But my
Main concern is that it didn't do thousands
What the fuck is good
My perspective off balance
Usually my attitude is I can move mountains
But rising out of beds become a new challenge
And I, burn my lungs as I burn a few ounces
Liquor stay flowing
And it flow like new fountains
Circus members ask each other who this new clown is
All these thoughts in my head it grew crowded
Lost my mind
Can you call if you found it
Can you call if you
Can you call if you found it
(Call if you found it)
Yeah
Random thoughts got me feelin like a pessimist
Searchin for the excellence
I share my pain
Cus that's where all the...
Yeah
My mind-state shift quickly like it's pop culture
Latest trend is feeling happy then it's pop over
That's when it's back to not sober
Pot smoker
In my head feelin lonely down and wounded
Like a shot soldier
Peep my mind think I ruined it
Bolts appear loosened
Not properly screwed in, that's my conclusion
Almost 22 I need to find a place to move in
4 night stay twenty dollars
Red Roof Inn
Barely gettin rest, peep my eyes stay droopin
But it's 7 days a week you know my hustle keep movin
Spending dollars on these beats and then I recoup it
That's the real definition of my money stay loopin
Paying back my debts was a straight A student
Now the kids a fuckin rap star and part time producing
And it's, so gruesome
Way past contusions and bruisin
When I hop up on these tracks
You know I do's em
Straight oozing
And one day I'll be straight cruising
Down the freeway in a car with no roofing
My bass boosting
Out my tapes cus they so soothing
For this kid that hates the raps that leave your face toothless
To sweet and sugar coated
The game eroded
Used to be real writers and raw rhythm poets
What ever happened to it
I miss it dearly
Thoughts of a pessimist
It's written so clearly
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Writer(s): Colin Wright
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