Awake
The homies back in Cranbrook in a cul-de-sac
Predicting their next moves like I'm an almanac
Trying to share the game plan like a quarterback
But I had to leave behind my roots like a lumberjack
The homies back in Cranbrook in a cul-de-sac
Predicting their next moves like I'm an almanac
Trying to share the game plan like a quarterback
But I had to leave behind my roots like a lumberjack
Dreaming every day, I've got a feeling I might stay here
I don't wanna be awake, don't wanna wake up to the same fears
All the same thoughts and all the same hiccups
In the same box gotta make the same pivots
Always about the money, so tired of that shit
I've got a business better run that shit
Better run that, run that, run, run away
From this life, working 9 to 5 every day
Life ain't got no meaning, unless I'm getting paid
Think I'm getting played, unless we're talking streams
Then I'm only getting hate, unless we're talking dreams, but I'm always wide awake
Wish that I could sleep, let my problems fade away
Unless something goes my way, because if something goes my way
Then I know I'm gonna wake up, wake up
The homies back in Cranbrook in a cul-de-sac
Predicting their next moves like I'm an almanac
Trying to share the game plan like a quarterback
But I had to leave behind my roots like a lumberjack
The homies back in Cranbrook in a cul-de-sac
Predicting their next moves like I'm an almanac
Trying to share the game plan like a quarterback
But I had to leave behind my roots like a lumberjack
Predicting their next moves like I'm an almanac
Trying to share the game plan like a quarterback
But I had to leave behind my roots like a lumberjack
The homies back in Cranbrook in a cul-de-sac
Predicting their next moves like I'm an almanac
Trying to share the game plan like a quarterback
But I had to leave behind my roots like a lumberjack
Dreaming every day, I've got a feeling I might stay here
I don't wanna be awake, don't wanna wake up to the same fears
All the same thoughts and all the same hiccups
In the same box gotta make the same pivots
Always about the money, so tired of that shit
I've got a business better run that shit
Better run that, run that, run, run away
From this life, working 9 to 5 every day
Life ain't got no meaning, unless I'm getting paid
Think I'm getting played, unless we're talking streams
Then I'm only getting hate, unless we're talking dreams, but I'm always wide awake
Wish that I could sleep, let my problems fade away
Unless something goes my way, because if something goes my way
Then I know I'm gonna wake up, wake up
The homies back in Cranbrook in a cul-de-sac
Predicting their next moves like I'm an almanac
Trying to share the game plan like a quarterback
But I had to leave behind my roots like a lumberjack
The homies back in Cranbrook in a cul-de-sac
Predicting their next moves like I'm an almanac
Trying to share the game plan like a quarterback
But I had to leave behind my roots like a lumberjack
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Writer(s): Jarret Coyle
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