Mister Me
What's up Mister Me
Man I'm barely 17
I have dropped my own album
And I made it's name The Dream
I'm still that same kid making schemes
To put me on top of this planet
With these million dollar plans
That only I could understand it
Still hooping on that granite
In the driveway that tells stories
Of our antics from the ants to what we planted
To the play set I gotta hand it to ya
You seem like you've become a man
So much I still don't know I'm back to crawling on my hands
And I'm so glad to know ya
You been from LA to Chattanooga
You got Halle Barry to hallelujahs
You got stories so let me ask a new one
Cuz I ain't perfect
And I want to know your purpose
And if you deal with that same shit that I deal with now man I am nervous
Personally I try to breathe deep to stay sane
Put a smile on my face
Keeping that same dream
That I hope that you have made
And in some ways that you have stayed the same
Mister Me
Do we make it to the league
Do we become a famous rapper
Do we make it on TV
Do we got a house in LA
That overlooks the beach
Do we party till the night ends and the sun comes up the sea
I bet you got the whole world to know the name speechless
Destroyed the game made a new one just to show what you could teach us
Probably sell out arenas
And leave the show with a Gina
And the genies get you thinking
Back to when you were me
And what we did to get there
And how it all came to be
And if this was what we thought when we made that albums name The Dream
I hear your questions and I know you wrote em thoughtfully
And I'll give you my answer your my boy and I'm for honesty
But when I tell you my tale there's something you've got to promise me
Forget it when I'm done for not all stories end in harmony
I finished school and was focused on the music
Tryna make it big in the same way that you do shit
I became married to the game drowning out my other tunes
But little did I know that this shits gon be abusive
But I was locked on to not losing
Still young ignorance at only 22
I thought that this shit should go faster convinced I had the talent so I threw all my assets into shooting for the moon
Invest in yourself ain't that the famous dad quote I flew to LA and started singing it was mad dope
Played my tunes for the suits and the back door
But not soul reacted like a mf bad joke
Broke and broken
Similar when spoken
Similar to hopeless
But different in the moment
Was Tryna find a reason that I'd really keep going
But that shits strong enough to get anybody folding
The white towel that I thrown in
Stained with the tears and the snot my nose blown in
Reality settles after a life thinking I'm chosen
So I settled down and now I'm frozen (frozen)
I been hoping that I'm right at least my friends the same shit
It's been 20 years and yo ass still ain't close to famous
And look how it's been fucking up all your relations
So I got my shit together ain't it crazy how life done changed quick
I'm sorry little homie like a virgin life just came quick
It was bout time I moved on from mommas basement
Please don't hate me
I understand all your frustration
I done gave up on your dream and there's nothing I can replace with
Man I'm barely 17
I have dropped my own album
And I made it's name The Dream
I'm still that same kid making schemes
To put me on top of this planet
With these million dollar plans
That only I could understand it
Still hooping on that granite
In the driveway that tells stories
Of our antics from the ants to what we planted
To the play set I gotta hand it to ya
You seem like you've become a man
So much I still don't know I'm back to crawling on my hands
And I'm so glad to know ya
You been from LA to Chattanooga
You got Halle Barry to hallelujahs
You got stories so let me ask a new one
Cuz I ain't perfect
And I want to know your purpose
And if you deal with that same shit that I deal with now man I am nervous
Personally I try to breathe deep to stay sane
Put a smile on my face
Keeping that same dream
That I hope that you have made
And in some ways that you have stayed the same
Mister Me
Do we make it to the league
Do we become a famous rapper
Do we make it on TV
Do we got a house in LA
That overlooks the beach
Do we party till the night ends and the sun comes up the sea
I bet you got the whole world to know the name speechless
Destroyed the game made a new one just to show what you could teach us
Probably sell out arenas
And leave the show with a Gina
And the genies get you thinking
Back to when you were me
And what we did to get there
And how it all came to be
And if this was what we thought when we made that albums name The Dream
I hear your questions and I know you wrote em thoughtfully
And I'll give you my answer your my boy and I'm for honesty
But when I tell you my tale there's something you've got to promise me
Forget it when I'm done for not all stories end in harmony
I finished school and was focused on the music
Tryna make it big in the same way that you do shit
I became married to the game drowning out my other tunes
But little did I know that this shits gon be abusive
But I was locked on to not losing
Still young ignorance at only 22
I thought that this shit should go faster convinced I had the talent so I threw all my assets into shooting for the moon
Invest in yourself ain't that the famous dad quote I flew to LA and started singing it was mad dope
Played my tunes for the suits and the back door
But not soul reacted like a mf bad joke
Broke and broken
Similar when spoken
Similar to hopeless
But different in the moment
Was Tryna find a reason that I'd really keep going
But that shits strong enough to get anybody folding
The white towel that I thrown in
Stained with the tears and the snot my nose blown in
Reality settles after a life thinking I'm chosen
So I settled down and now I'm frozen (frozen)
I been hoping that I'm right at least my friends the same shit
It's been 20 years and yo ass still ain't close to famous
And look how it's been fucking up all your relations
So I got my shit together ain't it crazy how life done changed quick
I'm sorry little homie like a virgin life just came quick
It was bout time I moved on from mommas basement
Please don't hate me
I understand all your frustration
I done gave up on your dream and there's nothing I can replace with
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Writer(s): Elliot Weisfeld
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