Carefree
Off the meds again cracking heads again
It's a shame they got me working harder than some mexicans
Talked to God today and the devil were the best of friends
God told me rest the devil sent the risky text again
What you flexing then? Nothing like what I been cooking up lately
Check again I just started getting checks again
Whats the smell? Oh that's just some bullshit I been stepping in
Same bullshit that made me bring the weapon in
I stopped pretending there's some kind of
Disconnection when we don't see eye to eye as
If we'll never reconnect again
I stopped being ashamed or ever stressing
When I have to learn a lesson that makes me
Feel less a man
If I never try, how could I expect to win or even
Touch the sky if I don't begin to respect the
Wind
But deep within this conscious climate I start
To realize I'm less like Jesus and more like
Pontius pilate
Thats why im stepping on whoever while I'm
Busy climbing not just for myself but for my
Wrist who I need looking vibrant
Who I need looking like they want to have a
Date with Cyrus
I am not a lover like I was my newer nature's violent
I live beneath a pile of stones that have been casted at me
But somehow I'm Patrick happy quit throwing
Your madness at me
I'm at the airport grab my things to catch a
Cabbie they saw who I was and they just threw
My fucking baggage at me
I took a trip to the studio and I swear I had to
Say I didn't rap so everybody would stop
Rapping at me
It's a shame they got me working harder than some mexicans
Talked to God today and the devil were the best of friends
God told me rest the devil sent the risky text again
What you flexing then? Nothing like what I been cooking up lately
Check again I just started getting checks again
Whats the smell? Oh that's just some bullshit I been stepping in
Same bullshit that made me bring the weapon in
I stopped pretending there's some kind of
Disconnection when we don't see eye to eye as
If we'll never reconnect again
I stopped being ashamed or ever stressing
When I have to learn a lesson that makes me
Feel less a man
If I never try, how could I expect to win or even
Touch the sky if I don't begin to respect the
Wind
But deep within this conscious climate I start
To realize I'm less like Jesus and more like
Pontius pilate
Thats why im stepping on whoever while I'm
Busy climbing not just for myself but for my
Wrist who I need looking vibrant
Who I need looking like they want to have a
Date with Cyrus
I am not a lover like I was my newer nature's violent
I live beneath a pile of stones that have been casted at me
But somehow I'm Patrick happy quit throwing
Your madness at me
I'm at the airport grab my things to catch a
Cabbie they saw who I was and they just threw
My fucking baggage at me
I took a trip to the studio and I swear I had to
Say I didn't rap so everybody would stop
Rapping at me
Credits
Writer(s): Baby Cain, Cain Hendrickson
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