AT WHAT COST?
Blow out the candle
You making a wish
I keep on driving don't ask for forgiveness
I don't get caught up in all of that shit
Head underwater you sinking I'm dripping
One shot no provision
Headlights in the distance
Swerve off like we did it
Always trying to fit an image
Cook beats with precision inside kitchen
You can see fear in my eyes when I look at my families foundation sifting
Kook in the water I see my reflection
Am I a god or a villain
I just be losing control of myself
This music control how I'm feeling
And I don't have hate in my heart just a little regret and some shit I can deal with
U look up high to the stars
Wonder where I'm going to go in the instance
You don't be praying to God
But they be praying all on my existence
And you be talking a lot
Pay attention yeah you better listen
Steady been stirring the pot
Mixing this music with my inner spirit
Five o clock right on the dot
Fading away as draw I up the vision
She say it's me or these beats
I said is there an easier decision
You don't know how I compete
Free all the children from the supervision
Let them explore and be free
The futures a head on collision
Bring back religion
Bring back the love in the world when we didn't have electrician
Bring back that feeling of innocence when we was just children
It's a shame to watch people throw they life away
Head been stuck on a long vacation
House vacant
Bad doctor I keep running out of patience
Tripping over the same shoelaces
There's not enough time in the day for me to spin faces
Then write a couple raps
And sample hot right from the wax
Got a lot up on my hands but yet I stay gracious
Walking with the devil on my back
If I said it, it's a fact
Plate full I'm not hungry I just want to smoke
Bad attitude in the morning I don't want to go
Momma yelling at me over the phone
She can't hear me cause these 808s is shaking the globe
Studied that Pharrell bounce
Praise the 4 start count
Stop acting like Odell Beckham junior you don't know the route
We got purple activist I thought it was a drought
Teachers always gave me shit because I would always slouch
Had to put the battery in my back all on my own
You can have a roof over your head and still ain't have a home
Searching for my spirit digging through the catacombs
I never had a problem with being alone
Spent most my childhood in my room listening to these songs
Until it paid off
Inhale too much I got a bad cough
Running from my problems wipe the fear off with a clothe
I'm heading towards the light like a moth
Hot bitches blowing on me like broth
Sip me like froth
I'm telling the whole story nothing but troth
Mix these instrumentals with a little bit of sauce
At what cost