Preface

Always wanted to be famous rapper
When I was eight wrote songs no one heard
Took a break and I closed the chapter
Look at fate never knew I'd be good

Way back felt a pull
Played Mac thought I would
Came back thought I should
Made tracks felt I could, look that's that
2017 wishing that I could run it back, but in fact
My excursions lead to other versions, on the surface it was worth it
But they lurking dressed as serpent, got me nervous got me hurting
On the mic I was blurting
My mental was deterring
Nightmares lookin like Tim Burton
Get to skrting when you look behind the curtain, pull it back if you're curious
Different versions
Always learning, toss and turning
Rearranging
Who are you, staying current are you totally certain
Always changing like the seasons always flowing like the currents
Always searching for a purpose
Always yearning, always working - got me burned out, got me furious, got me cursing
Fuck
Grandma don't like that
Make me wash my mouth with detergent I deserve it
Tell you truth, matter of fact
I'm gettin out explore the maps
Giving back to thy masses, distracted by assess
Polo backpack mad sick, now I'm back to lacking
Where is all the passion
They don't want you spazzing
Can't read the room like, "Dee where's my glasses?"
See life a movie, Mook B list actor
Aye, be right back had to get my masters



Credits
Writer(s): Marcus Witherspoon
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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