NASCAR (feat. Will S. & Ednetta Fullmore)
My mind racin' like NASCAR
My mood change like the NASDAQ
Don't know if I'm gettin' that far
When I'm seein' all of these flashbacks
I feel like I'm stuck in quicksand
I need help, but I don't know how to ask for it
I'm sinkin', but will they notice
Or will I fall, cause I'm hopeless
This pattern I'm in is drainin' me
Days are goin' by it's like all of it feels the same to me
Wake up, go to class, eat, sleep, life's on repeat
Autopilot, how I'm movin', been cruisin' on it for weeks
and I can't break the cycle, No matter how hard I try to
I struggle askin for help with myself, I guess I'm too prideful
It's not like I don't want to, cause really trust me, I'd like to
But it's hard explainin' pain to someone that isn't just like you
and can't step into your shoes, cause it's too loose of a fit
I can't trust or understand when I say I'm losin' my shit
I can't trust or fully understand the grand topic at hand
on how I'm jammed Pursuin' music and almost choosin' to quit
Cause I'm sittin' on like two years of music that's unreleased
That's mixed, mastered, and done, I just gotta pay for the beats
But I'm waitin' on ideas for an album and album cover
Cause I wanna drop a clean work of art, to say the least
So I let time pass, hopin' that the concept will be found
Cause I want it the way I want it, in hopes to make myself proud
In that time I play the songs with some people I meet around
And they askin' me if the song's been released, cause they need it now
And my reply is not just yet, but hopefully they'll be soon
But I said that since it was 2020, the month of June
Now I'm tellin' people a date, and trust me, it's worth the wait
Knowin' I'm not gon' get ideas in that time to drop on that date
And so now, in present times, I feel like I suck as a artist
Cause the shit I want the most for myself has become the hardest
Gettin' sick of tryin' to wait for that idea to arrive
And I'm startin' to believe I'm not good enough in my mind
Nah they don't understand, nah, and they never will
But if you do this, the realest shit you might ever feel
Gettin' told I have talent and balance that with I'm blessed with skill
But what's the use of me hearin' that, as most people never will
Never will, nah, never will, never will, right. Shit, it's like
My mind racin' like NASCAR
My mood change like the NASDAQ
Don't know if I'm gettin' that far
When I'm seein' all of these flashbacks
I feel like I'm stuck in quicksand
I need help, but I don't know how to ask for it
I'm sinkin', but will they notice
Or will I fall, cause I'm hopeless
Oh, soon you'll find
Your time will come
Just ease your mind
Your time will come
You're waitin' on the sun to rise
The tides to turn, the birds to fly
Your time will come