Supplying

I just fell from the moon
Close my eyes stay real quiet
I can tell that you smooth
Yeah I know we'll have a riot
Know I said that we cool
But I think you didn't buy it
I can swear that's it true
Let me know when you decided
Say you scared to let loose
You can't knock it till you try it
You don't dare get confused
What you lost from what you're finding
Beaten bare till you're bruised
I'm just tryna rectify it
I feel dead outta fuel
Cause I'm always just supplying

I ain't leaving till it's over I'll be fine
People wanna act they just know what's on my mind
Second guessing every choice that rolling by
I just wanna know I'm right, I just
I'm the type that needs to see the proof
I'm too skeptical to see that with belief can come the fruits
I just struggle with the concept of believing in my roots
And the passions that I follow that could leave me out a fool
Dont know why I gotta watch my back
Never know when someone gonna step off track
Tend to be alone not sticking to no pack
Really i just know I'm on a different path
I ain't even never went to college tho
Fended for myself to no one else I owe
After all this effort im just bound to blow
Know I've come so far but for so long to go long to go, yeah

I just fell from the moon
Close my eyes stay real quiet
I can tell that you smooth
Yeah I know we'll have a riot
Know I said that we cool
But I think you didn't buy it
I can swear that's it true
Let me know when you decided
Say you scared to let loose
You can't knock it till you try it
You don't dare get confused
What you lost from what you're finding
Beaten bare till you're bruised
I'm just tryna rectify it
I feel dead outta fuel
Cause I'm always just supplying

Mitchell
Am I the same, am I the same
Am I the same, yeah
Am I the same, yeah, aye
Ain't nobody give a hand up
Now they standing with they hands out
They ain't never wanna claim me
Now they acting like my mans now
I'm just wondering round like what changed
Knew y'all since the fifth grade
Writing rhymes in the lunch room
Dreaming of the day I get paid
Everything on me, aye
Did it all on my own, aye
I would reach out and call, aye
Y'all don't pick up the phone, aye
All the night in the studio doing everything all alone, aye
Now you see me as a meal ticket thinking I'm about to put you on, whoa
I'm sorry it's too late
This ain't back in school days
I don't need you no more
Ima ride my own wave, yeah
Ima ride my own wave
Mitchell



Credits
Writer(s): Ethan Campagna
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