Find A Way

I got tickets on my seat
Wait I need, neigh, no need
To say I sleep, wake, work repeat
Way more than needed, no more dreaming
Is this a sign my dreams ain't waiting for me
Next time I'll be on the opposite side trying to find my use again
Is this a rhyme where I say my talent ain't spoiling
Because it's 'bout time that my lack of actions finally turns to sin

Turn to sin, I lured it in
More and then, I'll urn to them
Got to learn to end, discern the when
Like burning men, it burns again, then it burns again
Can't be mad at the switch, I didn't intend to be in the hands of family
Surrounding by the reminders that this life I live ain't exactly where I planned to be
Focused on money and honeys, but the growth inside is more than just a plant to me
It's more of a canopy
Please, want to get back the photos of a happier man to know
Man, I feel like Diane with Toto just trying to ease down the road
My path seems to curve like a Koto, I feel more lost than before
But just like Diane with Toto, I'm still giving my hands to folks

How I wish I was moving: pop out with digits that others pursuing
Walk out the place I was living, make all my family financials congruent
Time wants to get busy; I want to get back to days when I wasn't a fool to the business
Talking 'bout days when I was the proof, not the witness
But now I just prove all of my moves cannot finish

I only move on time with the beat, fit within the track, only task to repeat
Attempting to stack what I make in on week, but lack to retract what I own and what I speak
My tone bitter, what's wrong with a post if it's on twitter
They want to get nasty and talk round in circles, but they just resemble a cone picture
If you want to ask, how I don't act, just react and pick up the phone quicker
But now that's past, I'm focused on cash and worried 'bout bags and hoping it lasts

Close my eyes, got to wish I tried more than this; it ain't a bad time to pray
Man, I spend most rhymes with my wits pay what little with a wish because it's that time of the day
We watch, we clock the time that it takes
We notch, we lock the image displayed
We botch, we flock the pending array
But if we stop, sweet talk just a limit we place

It just depends on the right sign left at the white line approaching and hoping
The dreams and emotions are more than just feeling that potent at the nighttime
The visions I have really ain't quite mine, but that's not going to stop the sightline
Looking now at the dreams escaped, it's come to state that If I got to wait
I got to say you know I'm holding my place with stubs on the space because we want them

Tickets on my seat
Wait I need, neigh, no need
To say I sleep, wake, work repeat
Way more than needed, no more dreaming
You know I got to dream (Oh my)
You know I got to dream (Oh my)
You know how it seems (Oh my, oh my oh my)
You know I got to dream (Oh my)
You know I got to dream (Oh my)
You know I got to dream (Oh my, oh my, oh my)

I got find a way, I got to find a way
I got find a way, I got to find a way, way