Sobering Thoughts From The Mondrian
Never had a hand out
Lately seeing the hands
Pain moving forward but fuck it we still advance
God still in the plans
Took 1500 nos that's nothin I'm on my rance
That's real
Look I can spot a user or greed straight off the glance
Chicago in the summer no burner we took a chance
I slid to give the city my energy and my plans
LA been too vain for me
Painfully been jaded took a toll put a strain on me insane to me
A huge strain ironic can't see the gains on me
Feel my time comin I need that shit here quicker
Vodka with a spritzer networking to build figures
Pour it out when they ain't lookin pour Henny I'm still Nigga
This ghetto on me stained removing it kill my inner
Hard to change the cards I'm dealt with my niggas still dealing
I thought it'd be different
I gave my heart to cure my sickness
I thought it'd be different
Followed traditions where I end up look
Built my foundation with glass so y'all could see it clear
Stones casted at it but from the inner let's keep it real
Heavy winds there should help the sail but it sank the ship
Gotta break my standards and ego for us to coexist
Put it all in the music to heal my pain
I relate to Tom Brady lost my family to the game
I made niggas treat the story godly
Jealousy forming from salt but I love it more than Lawry's
Petty nigga I brought gifts to the pity parties
It's nothing better than lettin em see you moving largely
Soulfully ended in it
Rode through the trenches with it great speed nigga
This shit like gettin a ring from the 8th seed nigga
You hear cheers I don't buy it that's a hate speech Nigga
Look I see through a grotto
I let my spirit follow
Tried to let my love lead the way
But that led to more expectations and sorrows
It's heavy wallows
Feelings swallowed
Can't tell if it's real does this shit just make me hollow
Can't come off my that hill unless the love slowly spiral
Low range for change
I turned pains to gains
Love turned to strain
That path turned terrain
The doubt stayed to rain
I drive that in my lane
Tom Brady, lost my family to the game
Nothing changed
I thought it'd be different
Need love there at my lowest
I thought it'd be different
Some bridges burned some is golden
Heavy pressures on my shoulders
Cuz while I sold records sold lyrics
Sold message know my soul I never sold it
Reas
Soulfully ended in it
Roll through the trenches
Look I've been scared to settle down
Part of the fear is worried bout settling
Mistakes wish I could white em out
Too proud of my melanin
Ghost ride to the riches tints on it for my skeletons
Cuz they been holding me down got a fear about tellin em
I just keep em in that closet so I don't have to face it
All this fabric on me
It's like I'm tryna hide my fabrications
It's like I'm in search of your validation
It's like shit
It's like I keep saying like because I can't commit to nothin
Windows down while my speakers bumping
Hope it air out all these deep discussions
Not being honest with self could be yo saddest sickness
Feel like I been wearing that mask better than Stanley Ipkiss
Look I been carefully inchin
But been constantly workin
Constantly patient
Constantly urgent
I'm constantly trippin
I know my flaws and all but constantly perfect
Constantly steady
But constantly nervous
Constantly cool calm and collected
On the inside I know I'm constantly Urkel
Run in circles
Been livin like gerbils
Man fuck the love I need a girdle
Tryna hold it together
Lookin down I see my soul slowly rippin ask god to sew it together
Reason
Lately seeing the hands
Pain moving forward but fuck it we still advance
God still in the plans
Took 1500 nos that's nothin I'm on my rance
That's real
Look I can spot a user or greed straight off the glance
Chicago in the summer no burner we took a chance
I slid to give the city my energy and my plans
LA been too vain for me
Painfully been jaded took a toll put a strain on me insane to me
A huge strain ironic can't see the gains on me
Feel my time comin I need that shit here quicker
Vodka with a spritzer networking to build figures
Pour it out when they ain't lookin pour Henny I'm still Nigga
This ghetto on me stained removing it kill my inner
Hard to change the cards I'm dealt with my niggas still dealing
I thought it'd be different
I gave my heart to cure my sickness
I thought it'd be different
Followed traditions where I end up look
Built my foundation with glass so y'all could see it clear
Stones casted at it but from the inner let's keep it real
Heavy winds there should help the sail but it sank the ship
Gotta break my standards and ego for us to coexist
Put it all in the music to heal my pain
I relate to Tom Brady lost my family to the game
I made niggas treat the story godly
Jealousy forming from salt but I love it more than Lawry's
Petty nigga I brought gifts to the pity parties
It's nothing better than lettin em see you moving largely
Soulfully ended in it
Rode through the trenches with it great speed nigga
This shit like gettin a ring from the 8th seed nigga
You hear cheers I don't buy it that's a hate speech Nigga
Look I see through a grotto
I let my spirit follow
Tried to let my love lead the way
But that led to more expectations and sorrows
It's heavy wallows
Feelings swallowed
Can't tell if it's real does this shit just make me hollow
Can't come off my that hill unless the love slowly spiral
Low range for change
I turned pains to gains
Love turned to strain
That path turned terrain
The doubt stayed to rain
I drive that in my lane
Tom Brady, lost my family to the game
Nothing changed
I thought it'd be different
Need love there at my lowest
I thought it'd be different
Some bridges burned some is golden
Heavy pressures on my shoulders
Cuz while I sold records sold lyrics
Sold message know my soul I never sold it
Reas
Soulfully ended in it
Roll through the trenches
Look I've been scared to settle down
Part of the fear is worried bout settling
Mistakes wish I could white em out
Too proud of my melanin
Ghost ride to the riches tints on it for my skeletons
Cuz they been holding me down got a fear about tellin em
I just keep em in that closet so I don't have to face it
All this fabric on me
It's like I'm tryna hide my fabrications
It's like I'm in search of your validation
It's like shit
It's like I keep saying like because I can't commit to nothin
Windows down while my speakers bumping
Hope it air out all these deep discussions
Not being honest with self could be yo saddest sickness
Feel like I been wearing that mask better than Stanley Ipkiss
Look I been carefully inchin
But been constantly workin
Constantly patient
Constantly urgent
I'm constantly trippin
I know my flaws and all but constantly perfect
Constantly steady
But constantly nervous
Constantly cool calm and collected
On the inside I know I'm constantly Urkel
Run in circles
Been livin like gerbils
Man fuck the love I need a girdle
Tryna hold it together
Lookin down I see my soul slowly rippin ask god to sew it together
Reason
Credits
Writer(s): Roosevelt Harrell Iii, Scotty L. Coleman, Rory Farrell, Robert Lee Gill Jr
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