2am South EST (note)

Life ain't what you thought it's gone be
Lotta problems roaming gotta find a side
These days ain't the same kinda feeling lonely
But the spirits hold you wanna get it swear it's do or die
Mind playing games like the women in Miami
See you need a plan B
Cos you can't stand being played by the ones you called family
Time to be the man B

In and out of consciousness with my conscience
Guiding me home in the rain while I'm watching
Drops steady fall on the panes
They ain't stopping
But I get a call from Loraine
(Beat pause phone rings once. Then beat comes back with vocals)
Gotta drop it
There's a time a place but not now
I just gotta ride I'm chasing myself
Cry behind a smiling face but right now
I just gotta find a space for my sound

I'll explain it someday i can't change you
You just gotta ride it where it takes you
Look
Look
Look at what you made
You're too bright dawg yeah they bound to throwing shade at your name
Guess I gotta keep it blazed

Truth told I can feel I'm growing
With the weed I'm holding
Wanna feel I'm floating
Wanna be the moment
When I rise above
Im like the fries you love
I ain't a dime a dozen
Tryna be just like ya cousin in a way we the same live a life through buzzin
Say my rights are wrongs but when I write them up
I live my life through love I thought it was but it really wasn't
At the post now working overnight with the
Bugs wishing I was at a show now seeing crowd lights
One day
When this page over
Staying high to enjoy being sober
Hit the breaks then my time froze over
Cold face time to turn them cards over
In my place all alone don't got nothing to call home but myself for a shoulder



Credits
Writer(s): Nick Burdo
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