Nightrunner

Hitting all these dirty licks, 95 to 36
Driving down the highway, I ain't fucking with no dirty chick
Cruising through the campus while I'm thinking bout my deadly sins
Talking to my woman about problems she my therapist
We going on and on, what a phenomenon
And I be leaning on the weed that I be smoking on
And I got stories for the days that been unspoken on
Reminiscing on the past, fuck that gotta focus hard
We conversating,we be looking at the constellations
Hoping that our burdens can be lifted like they confiscated
And I got issues I can see that they are dilated
Working for the money I ignore it hope I got the patience
Occupations, they be taking my time
So I try to talk it out but it's pushed to the side
And this shit is sublime, so I pretend to feel fine
Knowing I got demons I created I try

I'm asking for a better life, so now I try to strategize
Maximize my earnings from a living can be televised
I tend to lie about the very thing I idolize
Working for my vices, to the higher up I testify
I'm feeling for the finer things, don't need the designer things
Need the accolades but I like the privacy
The dream I chase is deadly, but it's meant for me
Bottom barrel people with audacities comparing me
Bout to split the difference with the bread I make inherently
Life is getting stacked on stacked going through it carefully
I can't tell it when they're telling me the truth
So I make it on my own, manifest it in the booth