Incentive
I found a way to let go of the shame
I need to wake up just care about today
Why am I holding on while it's fading away?
I sight emergency doors in the shade
I was standing too close to put it all in perspective
Need to take a step back
I used to sing for no reason now I need an incentive
Lacking in passion?
I haven't even sang a note and i'm talking percentage
I'm extra careful one of the burdens of being black
I'm on a boat sailing thru a sea of acid
Lacking in traction
Squeezing a lemon, pouring some honey
The bottle my friend! please take it from me
Making a red bush, hella dangerous
Sugarcane distillery in my tummy
Faith in the future had me stranded
Ain't got a clue how, but I landed
Right in the kitchen, feeding the furnace
The sun never rose for me, found my true purpose
New can be frightening pack up my second thoughts
Boozy enlightenments blacken my session
I don't wanna fuck it up so I lay down
Do I still really care about blowing up?
Without a doubt
I found a way to let go of the shame
I need to wake up just care about today
Why am I holding on while it's fading away?
I sight emergency doors in the shade
I was standing too close to put it all in perspective
Need to take a step back
I used to sing for no reason now I need an incentive
Lacking in passion?
I haven't even sang a note and i'm talking percentage
I'm extra careful one of the burdens of being black
I'm on a boat sailing thru a sea of acid
Lacking in traction
I need to wake up just care about today
Why am I holding on while it's fading away?
I sight emergency doors in the shade
I was standing too close to put it all in perspective
Need to take a step back
I used to sing for no reason now I need an incentive
Lacking in passion?
I haven't even sang a note and i'm talking percentage
I'm extra careful one of the burdens of being black
I'm on a boat sailing thru a sea of acid
Lacking in traction
Squeezing a lemon, pouring some honey
The bottle my friend! please take it from me
Making a red bush, hella dangerous
Sugarcane distillery in my tummy
Faith in the future had me stranded
Ain't got a clue how, but I landed
Right in the kitchen, feeding the furnace
The sun never rose for me, found my true purpose
New can be frightening pack up my second thoughts
Boozy enlightenments blacken my session
I don't wanna fuck it up so I lay down
Do I still really care about blowing up?
Without a doubt
I found a way to let go of the shame
I need to wake up just care about today
Why am I holding on while it's fading away?
I sight emergency doors in the shade
I was standing too close to put it all in perspective
Need to take a step back
I used to sing for no reason now I need an incentive
Lacking in passion?
I haven't even sang a note and i'm talking percentage
I'm extra careful one of the burdens of being black
I'm on a boat sailing thru a sea of acid
Lacking in traction
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Writer(s): Hendrix Harris, Lou "duke” Berry
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