Good, ...Today
I really done lost control I know that this got me though
I feel a but sick, but consistent with shots
As soon as you stop, i load, I'm looking for hits
I'll be like the boy from Rosario, I'm kickin like baggio
No longer a kid, what's left in my bronchioles?
I guess only God can know that
I feel a bit good today, long time since i've felt like this
Don't worry 'bout yesterday, cause tomorrow we'll be filthy rich
My uncle passed this evening, but I still got a lot to live
I guess that I'm growing up, I guess we're no longer kids
I'm guess that my life got real I guess we're no longer kids
Guess my world is changing but it is what it is
Used to write these tunes for me and nobody else
But now I dedicate these words to everyone but myself
I do not have space I'm tryna make room for myself like Brie Larson
Marvel in this like the new martian
Targeting bliss I'll prove marksman
Starting to think i'm around too many squares
Imma check this board like Carlsen
Locked in the zone then comes the arson
RockN and RollN like Ken Carson
I guess I'm reaching insanity
Finding balance with no center of gravity
Only gets me as a casualty - but can you prove it?
Can you prove that that's a mathematical fallacy?
I got too many forces doing laps for me
I got too many voices running after me
Sprinting like bolt but I still got a battery aye
The world's mine imma take it on sight
Everyday another personal fight
In the place I felt lost so I took two too many shots
But two wrongs make a good night
These days I don't wanna be right
In the function everybody get high
But I think i still got a fear of heights
Racing against ya'll is backtracking
So fresh so clean in my black jacket
I need my player stats maxed at it
I'm just thinking bout tax brackets
Charged up on the third rail on my quest for the holy grail
The odyssey check the wind and sail
I'm about to go and give this hell
I feel a bit good today long time since i've felt like this
Don't worry bout yesterday cause tomorrow we'll be filthy rich
My uncle passed this evening but I still got a lot to live
I guess that I'm growing up I guess we're no longer kids
I'm guess that my life got real I guess we're no longer kids
Guess my world is changing but it is what it is
Used to write these tunes for me and nobody else
But now I dedicate these words to everyone but myself
I feel a but sick, but consistent with shots
As soon as you stop, i load, I'm looking for hits
I'll be like the boy from Rosario, I'm kickin like baggio
No longer a kid, what's left in my bronchioles?
I guess only God can know that
I feel a bit good today, long time since i've felt like this
Don't worry 'bout yesterday, cause tomorrow we'll be filthy rich
My uncle passed this evening, but I still got a lot to live
I guess that I'm growing up, I guess we're no longer kids
I'm guess that my life got real I guess we're no longer kids
Guess my world is changing but it is what it is
Used to write these tunes for me and nobody else
But now I dedicate these words to everyone but myself
I do not have space I'm tryna make room for myself like Brie Larson
Marvel in this like the new martian
Targeting bliss I'll prove marksman
Starting to think i'm around too many squares
Imma check this board like Carlsen
Locked in the zone then comes the arson
RockN and RollN like Ken Carson
I guess I'm reaching insanity
Finding balance with no center of gravity
Only gets me as a casualty - but can you prove it?
Can you prove that that's a mathematical fallacy?
I got too many forces doing laps for me
I got too many voices running after me
Sprinting like bolt but I still got a battery aye
The world's mine imma take it on sight
Everyday another personal fight
In the place I felt lost so I took two too many shots
But two wrongs make a good night
These days I don't wanna be right
In the function everybody get high
But I think i still got a fear of heights
Racing against ya'll is backtracking
So fresh so clean in my black jacket
I need my player stats maxed at it
I'm just thinking bout tax brackets
Charged up on the third rail on my quest for the holy grail
The odyssey check the wind and sail
I'm about to go and give this hell
I feel a bit good today long time since i've felt like this
Don't worry bout yesterday cause tomorrow we'll be filthy rich
My uncle passed this evening but I still got a lot to live
I guess that I'm growing up I guess we're no longer kids
I'm guess that my life got real I guess we're no longer kids
Guess my world is changing but it is what it is
Used to write these tunes for me and nobody else
But now I dedicate these words to everyone but myself
Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Mullings
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