Light of a New Day (feat. Shpee)
I pave the way for the people who walk behind me
If this is my last day, the memory won't fade away
If you wanna look at me, come look at the hieroglyphs on the cave
Maybe then you could see what's happening in my mind and body
I've been waiting for so long, waiting for somebody to show me the way
But I gotta figure it out on my own, figure out my own way
Pave the path to the grown age, face the facts of my mistakes
Pick my head up, get out of bed, wake up for the light of a new day
Cause everyday I find a new thing, to be grateful for a new age
Times are changing, currency raising, but what can I do, man
Can't walk into a store without a mask on my fuckin' face, man
But I'm not complaining, guess the third generation we raised in
Guess it's a time where I can't go outside to dance in the rain, man
Go to Red Rocks and get high, then get some tattoos in the fuckin' basement
That's what I'm sayin, what keeps me awake and, keeps me in the bed layin
Just a mind that's grown, not a mind that's greater
Just a common homosapien, but either the lyrics that they writin
Or the beats that they makin, I find them intriguing
Yeah, I find them intriguing, and I don't really pray, man
But sometimes I feel like the world needs fuckin' savin
Is it me, can I do it with my faith
Or do I think somebody's fate can?
Do I think their fate can?
I'm truckin' my chips, cashed in, escapin' from the cops in a F-150
I'm drivin' to the cabin, two dimes in the back, two ounces of sticky
In the trunk of my car, and my homies hot boxin' the backseat
I'm tryna travel far, I'm grabbin' the lever and shiftin' to max speed
It's me and A-dubs, and we shameless
Bust out a 8th of green stuff, and we flame it
The smoke detector gonna stop blinkin' blue and red
Buy an estate just to fill it with what we flamin
Gettin' woozy, but I'm feelin' like the kingpin
When I hop out the transportation, I came in
Cannot transport myself if I drive when I drink
Does not necessarily mean I can't drive when I chief
Makin' sure I hit the target when I'm aiming
Makin' sure the purpose of my life ain't aimless
Been a long time since the bottle was opened
A lot of hours passed, a lot of hours still open
If this is my last day, the memory won't fade away
If you wanna look at me, come look at the hieroglyphs on the cave
Maybe then you could see what's happening in my mind and body
I've been waiting for so long, waiting for somebody to show me the way
But I gotta figure it out on my own, figure out my own way
Pave the path to the grown age, face the facts of my mistakes
Pick my head up, get out of bed, wake up for the light of a new day
Cause everyday I find a new thing, to be grateful for a new age
Times are changing, currency raising, but what can I do, man
Can't walk into a store without a mask on my fuckin' face, man
But I'm not complaining, guess the third generation we raised in
Guess it's a time where I can't go outside to dance in the rain, man
Go to Red Rocks and get high, then get some tattoos in the fuckin' basement
That's what I'm sayin, what keeps me awake and, keeps me in the bed layin
Just a mind that's grown, not a mind that's greater
Just a common homosapien, but either the lyrics that they writin
Or the beats that they makin, I find them intriguing
Yeah, I find them intriguing, and I don't really pray, man
But sometimes I feel like the world needs fuckin' savin
Is it me, can I do it with my faith
Or do I think somebody's fate can?
Do I think their fate can?
I'm truckin' my chips, cashed in, escapin' from the cops in a F-150
I'm drivin' to the cabin, two dimes in the back, two ounces of sticky
In the trunk of my car, and my homies hot boxin' the backseat
I'm tryna travel far, I'm grabbin' the lever and shiftin' to max speed
It's me and A-dubs, and we shameless
Bust out a 8th of green stuff, and we flame it
The smoke detector gonna stop blinkin' blue and red
Buy an estate just to fill it with what we flamin
Gettin' woozy, but I'm feelin' like the kingpin
When I hop out the transportation, I came in
Cannot transport myself if I drive when I drink
Does not necessarily mean I can't drive when I chief
Makin' sure I hit the target when I'm aiming
Makin' sure the purpose of my life ain't aimless
Been a long time since the bottle was opened
A lot of hours passed, a lot of hours still open
Credits
Writer(s): Alexander Mitchell, Spencer Ellsperman
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