searchin' 4 a feelin' (feat. Yani K.)

I got this, i got this little light
I know that it shines
Even when i feel like i ain't feelin' nothin'
Been in the gym, tryna work it out
Goin through the motions just to feel somethin'
You in ya bed, spreadin' both ya legs
You're collecting bodies, tryna kill something
You're in your head, won't get out ya bed
Messages on read cause you won't deal with nothin'
Rapping, writing, singing, don't mean a thing
If nobody really even feels me
Use to put on a show, quarantined my soul
I'll be damned if y'all judging the real me
The audacity of me tryna be, tryna live up to your fuckin' fantasies (Ouuuu)
Ou go tell mom, she dropped an f bomb
But now you ignant niggas finally listening

I'm just tryna let a light shine
In the midst of these dark times
Take a look at what you might find
Steady searching for the lifeline
Tryna get back in my right mind, write rhymes
Gotta make time 'fore i D-I-E
I see these dreams in reach but it's c'est la vie
So say no more
Man fuck it let me say my piece
I was down bad nigga, but i made my peace
And we ain't on the same vibe really
Boy you better aim high
I been in my hometown, making moves
Tryna tour around the globe, doin shows out in shanghai, all the way live
Test my might, and face my fears
And free my thoughts, and play by ear
And right my wrongs, and make things clear
I might be gone, i could be dead but fuck it
Ima take the chance while it's still here

Look
I'm ridin' dolo with my hand clutched really
Always been afraid to let it go
Let it show, let it all hang out
You niggas could never begin to feel me
Y'all doin it for the clout
I'm just waiting on the night time
Cause that's the right time, right now
Ain't no tellin' when my mic time
Might shine, might climb
Up a chart off of one line
Write these rhymes like it's my last time
Like it's a lifeline, tryna live my life in its design
Cause i'm divine - ing the harvest from the seed that was sowed in my old soul
Don't stop me now, 'cause i'm on a roll
I can't let another bar be deferred
Fuck a bag, in my book like a cow in his curd
Soon to fly higher than the birds
White pages, black words
Addressed to whom it may concern