Ugh Doing pretty good Doing pretty good Guess Im doing pretty good for a Marietta kid Doing pretty good Doing pretty good for a Doing pretty good Guess Im doing pretty good for a Marietta kid Verse 1 Ugh, say my musics too dark Really Im like just fuck ARs Make a pop song, I could pop up the charts Thanks but no thanks, rather follow my heart Id rather do what I was destined to do I never played any hand I was dealt, instead through out the cards This line that I walks not a walk in the park Words all I got, I excelled in language arts Then I dropped my mixtape, shit sounded like an album A couple hundred thousand, downloads and counting Meanwhile Im back in Marietta feeling down some Almost like Im numb to success guess the Valium Is pumping through my veins and its mixed with an ounce and They saying I should change, but reasons I aint found none Back at it with all of my bad habits And its almost black magic how I body a beat send in a casket Verse 2 Grass is always greener on the other side When I make it there, ima roll that grass to get high How I rationalize mines, I adapt to survive Shoot the duce to the sky, Ive been catching some vibes On a fast track say Im frat rap cause Im white? what? More like G Rap if he was mixed with some Tribe Not to mention Method Man I make a mess of my lines And plus a little Big Pun minus puns in my rhymes cause You can save the jokes for the comedians Aint nothing funny round here, the sinsemilla Got me zoning out blending in like a chameleon Im higher than a ceiling fan, oh now these chicks feeling him Swallow what they feeding ya, questioning the media Someone tell XXL dont fuck with Mediums Emcees blowing hot air like its helium Aint even in my fucking lane like a median So now I listen to you rappers Got me questioning they passion All they do is rap about clothes, like its fashion All they do is rap about clubs, like the Masters Search for inspiration in a sea of imitation Musics feeling stagnant ima bring back innovation Im trying to clear my head not just chasing a paycheck Loosing my mind and not to mention my patience Verse 3 Now its back to square one Mind running in circles In the back of this tour van Thats where it comes from Im just trying not to hurt you 6 missed calls from 6 broads And leaving 6 voicemails and they all sounding pissed off Mounting on my conscience like a mountain this tall Honestly, Im astounded that I lasted this long I dont know the rules to being single That just leads to over thinking In return burns and that leads to over drinking I trying my hardest to harness my heart it keeps sinking And running from my feelings makes it hard for them to sink in No exceptions I deal with expression I just write it all down, chips fall where they may Then God sort them out And that whats separates me and you At least I know when Im being used Fucking puppets are nothing Its kind of Fucking disgusting, cant even think for yourself cant even function With somebody elses hand in your back id rather rap on percussion Ive grown accustom to cussing I got these labels discussing That if I toned it down they would go and double the budget But im like fuck it, I aint bluffing or budging Man this is me
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