Puttin' Up Walls

Shit's been lining up, I just fumbled the ball a bit
Puttin' up walls, I don't know who to call, I'll dip
Hittin' my place, gonna sleep through the morning
I been wide awake, I don't know where I'm going
Now
Shit's been going South, but I got no doubts, imma make my route
If it's the very last thing that a guy can do
Imma make my moves
Set the goddamn tune

Lately I been seeing all this shit up in myself
I think it's toxic so I box it out and leave it on the shelf
I got the wealth that's in the mind
I could be healthier at times
I go ignore it, then I store it in a place I'll never find
I'm only being honest cause I'm over it, and feeling lost
I'm thinkin life's a constant race, the finish line I'll never cross it
What's the object of your life and what's the process that you see
You're playing possum like some presidents
They're making all the cheese
So I been moving with the breeze
I'm rolling sevens like the seas
I'm feeling lucky for the moment, you should mold it here with me
Cause when I'm older, getting colder, it'd be dope to share the heat
Rolling up a sweet and going anywhere I dream of
I'll set the scene cuh, you could be a dreamer
Selling out arenas we gon' flood it like Katrina
Second that you seen us, see the envy, I'm not mean just making simple observations
I ain't really with the hating
Spacing out like milky ways, I'm tracing lines and picking phrases
I don't got the shit to say
Like all the time, and that's okay cause
Everybody be imperfect
Perfect flaws can make a person not a curse
Don't get to worsening yourself just get to working

Shit's been lining up, I just fumbled the ball a bit
Puttin' up walls, I don't know who to call, I'll dip
Hittin' my place, gonna sleep through the morning
I been wide awake, I don't know where I'm going
Now
Shit's been going South, but I got no doubts, imma make my route
If it's the very last thing that a guy can do
Imma make my moves
Set the goddamn tune



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Writer(s): Kyle Morin
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