Switching On

Cut back
See my path and it's fuck that
Switching lanes where the drugs at
Filling up for the buzz that's
Got me lifted and feeling free
Drifting away from these empty
Conversations
I'm over waiting
For enlightenment while envying
These fucking people that live life to the fullest
Russian roulette I'm gunna bite the bullet
Loosing hope for what's heaven sent
Who's to know that I'll ever get
I been praying for my path to be lit up like
Christmas

Send me some prayers
Cause I been missing love
Some care
Cause I've been switching on
Myself
Yeah myself

Cause I've been caught in my feelings
Yo what's the price of fame
Do y'all take checks it's appealing
Cause I could use some change
Maybe jet to the Vill and
I'll hit up Cole to put us on
That's Dreamville-n
Yeah
Yeah shit don't work like that
Bermuda love triangle I'm caught in that
Guess I'm lost
Ain't no coming back
Fighting fears till defeat for my souls the fact
The oldest goal out of all is a cul de sac
A wife, picket fence, and a flow of cash
Happiness can't be bought till you're counting stacks
Of memories from trips round the world and back
And right now I'm here feeling out of place
Beside myself I've run out of space
For the bullshit and all the lies
I hear this shit come round like all the time
It's audit time
Dot your T's and cross your eyes
The recipe yeah I'm cooking life
The best is free but the rest is fly
So check for me right up in the sky
The nights young and air's fresh
Chase a buzz yeah I couldn't care less
It's all fun once the sun sets
Cure the silence with music
Till it rises and kills it
It reveals this
I came down
It revealed this

I been missing love
I been switching on
I been missing love
I been switching on
Myself, myself, myself
Myself, myself, myself

Send me some prayers
Cause I been missing love
Some care
Cause I've been switching on
Myself
Yeah myself

Shit just change up in a instant
Got this game locked you won't listen
Cop the same top
Call it different
Drop the same song
We all listen
Same flow
Same lyrics
This show
No spirit
These hoes
Just feel it
It's fear it's generic
Clearly smoke and mirrors
Steer this way for the money
Shake this hand for the image
Goddam
I know god can't save us much
We need faith in more than above
In ourself we should trust
In ourself we should trust



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Writer(s): Cory Potts
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