Brand New Day

Another twenty four down who knows how many left to go
Build your own fire or get left out in the cold
These the options you better get that head strong
Tired of these crouton crumbs I need my bread long
Mediocre ain't in my vocab
I like to puff on a lil something but no dab
Head straight to the bar open no tab
Steady sipping drinking to take the pressure off
I got all kinda friends dope dealers who measure soft
They was just counting mad paper
Shout out to my lesbian girls they think we man haters
Can't forget my go go dancers and them ass shakers
Never judge family doing more than escort
Friends serving years and ya girl here just left court
A few on the other side lawyers and doctors
Dj's models no coppers
Fuck the police

Couple red carpets on they Hollywood glam
I was just out in L.A. shout out to my Hollywood fam
Inspired by the energy finally wearing off
Negativity ain't no friend of me
It's all about the mindset gotta shake the bad vibes
Out to change lives gotta start with my own
They love to see me struggle they don't wanna see me on
That's the shit that I like throwing glass at a stone
Throwing glass at a stone thinking they gon' damage me
Turn me rotten from a cavity
I ain't perfect but I'm rooted
Still going through it still dealing with backstabbers Jesus and Judas
They try to label me
So I call them intruders no illusions
You see me at the top of my game
Don't compare us we ain't never been the same
I'm just trying to inspire
Give a fuck about the fame

Truth is maybe I'm afraid of my shadow
Shadow reflect self and self is definitely who I battle
I can't deal with these phony fakes
Feed them to these lonely snakes
Watch them trade each other in Golden Tate
And at the end of it all they realize
Lyssa was the one true friend they could call
My loyalty my weakness but my greatest strength so I keep it
Imprinted in my soul like a secret
Painfully loyal is how some would describe me
Loyal to a girl she ain't even beside me
I gotta get my heart off display
My future destined like I caught the bouquet
I ain't at the alter yet still got time to decline
Like an altered check alter my steps
Tightened the sneakers on my feet
No longer walking barefoot on this concrete
Wounds heal but damn it was a long street



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Writer(s): Alyssa Anderson
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