I been nonstop like the road runner
While I should be on the ground doing toe touches
I been using "I" too muchAnd I try too much, I′m a guy with a whole lotta
Things I just wanna get off my chest
And I hope you can relate so that we can be friends
But that's a whole different thing I been struggling with
Hold up, hold up, where do I begin?
I been feeling pressure from everybody around me
Over-accommodating I don′t know how to set boundaries
I been hypocritical saying I'm never cynical
But since I was a little one I made it all about me
How do I live up to my high standards?
26 years still don't got/have an answer
We feel like it′s out of our hands
Take the reins bro, you are not a bystander
We all living in the sin but don′t give in to sin
We try and blame ignorance
Why am I so tied to deliverance
Cuz innocence comes with some benefits
Yo
But then I get ahead of myself
There's a lot of different things that I could say to myself
I wait on myself, I sit there debate with myself
And I think to myself, that it′s all about the story you tell
If you look in my direction I might take it personally
If you don't know my intention I expect you to be sorry
And the point of my reflection is I′m not a perfect person
And I got a lot to work on but at least I'm being honest
I used to be the guy you all admired
Now my pride is fed by all the liars
It′s like winning the MVP award
But only finding out once your retired
Dude, I can be a critical wretch it's not you
Welcome to my beautiful mess it's not cute
Could it be it′s hard to exist on my own
Could I be a little depressed, I don′t know
I might get a little upset I'm not you
I can be a little obsessed it′s not cute
I forget it's hard to exist on my own
I just keep on doing my best til I′m home
Er'body wanna ride the wave now, I′m on the verge of a break down
Bring a shovel to the site lemme break ground
How I always get accused of a fake sound
Just cuz I ain't talking filling bodies up with 8 rounds
Layin face down in the gutter
I would rather show you how to elevate the summit through the airwaves
Gotta catch a breath, like I'm climbing up a stairway
See how I made the kick, and the snare wait
Let me off of this carousel
Throw a hundred dollars out the door ya know I share the wealth
Never parallel in my lane with the steering wheel
Swervin in and out of traffic ′cuz the Bluetooth on my phone ain′t pairing well to the radio
Everybody ante up, never faded from a cup
Throwing for a lot of yards, Tom Brady with the clutch
Then retire when I'm 30 like my last name Luck
Feel the pressure while I′m pressing to the precipice dog
My pessimist thoughts, are messing everybody applauds
Think I'm doing what I love ain′t got a clue what it costs
Cuz I compare it more to swimming in a river wit jaws
They think I'm dripping wit sauce, I′m really living with monsters
I created in my cranium it's getting exhausting
Cuz I'm 30 miles deep inside a tunnel I′m lost in
They don′t see it on the surface but I know that I've lost it
Dude, I can be a critical wretch it′s not you
Welcome to my beautiful mess it's not cute
Could it be it′s hard to exist on my own
Could I be a little depressed, I don't know
I might get a little upset I′m not you
I can be a little obsessed it's not cute
I forget it's hard to exist on my own
I just keep on doing my best til I′m home
You probably know that I′m addicted to subliminal brands
If you didn't you might catch me with a drink in my hand
I been thinking to myself that I don′t think for myself
But I just saw the new commercial with the bottles and cans
And I gotta go and get it like supply and demand
They got me sold while I'm scrolling now I′m buying the brand
It's coming down to the wire my attire is next
They got me playing both sides but its a mild offense
I′m independent wanna get offended
But then I get in a mental when I'm working a flow on a instrumental
And I say to myself that I always been in such a rhythm
So why do I feel I'm hitting a wall in my lyrics
There′s a call in my spirit to release the tension
Every time I want peace there′s a beast that's present
Gotta show em′ who's boss - not me, surrender
Giving up my own pride to the King ascended
Dude, I can be a critical wretch it′s not you
Welcome to my beautiful mess it's not cute
Could it be it′s hard to exist on my own
Could I be a little depressed, I don't know
I might get a little upset I'm not you
I can be a little obsessed it′s not cute
I forget it′s hard to exist on my own
I just keep on doing my best til I'm home
