| My momma told me- | |
| One day I'mma grow up big and I'mma be a king | |
| And my poppa told me- | |
| It's ok to sing when shit hurts | |
| Don't forget your dreams | |
| Cuz' they'll get you through this | |
| So called life, they call living but I call it strange | |
| And I bet I'll do it | |
| Cuz' I'm on my way and strong enough that I can shake the pain | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| Mr. sunshine, Mr. rainstorm | |
| Meet me in the conference room we need to brainstorm | |
| Need some middle ground, need an even keel | |
| But you're at war picking sides give me fever chills | |
| I'll take em' both like my flu shot broke | |
| I need the give and take to keep me out of that moat | |
| My head above water thoughts to those lost this week | |
| All these tragedies stay on repeat | |
| Like we can't shake shit, I can't speak on it | |
| Fist to the sky but I can't beat on it | |
| Drink in my cup so I'm gon' sip on it | |
| Cam newton's prolly pissed, he can't stiff arm em' | |
| All these levels of these relative problems | |
| And benevolence is elegance for those who can solve them | |
| I'm feeling pretty low like I'm stuck at the bottom | |
| But I know I'll rebound like the bulls with Rodman | |
| I am, just exactly what I will be | |
| Just a guy who can rhyme n' chop ill beats | |
| One day I'll recover from what ails me | |
| Till then I'm on that fuck-- what the sales be | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| They talk about death, we're tryna live life | |
| While they're signal says left but they really going right | |
| But who cares they got nothing to improve upon | |
| Meanwhile we past them, fast lane, rubicon | |
| So let the shitstorm rang in | |
| They try to dap us up, but we just leave em' hanging | |
| Yeah- so let em' catch up with the language | |
| They can talk shit but you know that we can manage | |
| -- they say they tired of the metaphors | |
| They are only pissed that they never really ready for em' | |
| --- so go ahead and get ready for em' | |
| Pop another bottle cuz' you gonna' need a steady arm | |
| - it's like we're living in the Tron Game | |
| Lines are all blurred cuz' we're sippin on the bombay | |
| - john stock verse lebron james | |
| No competition when you factor in the time change | |
| Babe Ruth sucks--- fuck what the books say | |
| I could strike him out with 3 pitches in an arm sling | |
| Yeah- and we can do anything | |
| Momma said it's true and I put that on everything | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Bridge] | |
| We don't ask for the doors to close in this life | |
| So we hoping... they keep em' open | |
| And if they shut those doors we'll smash the skylight | |
| Till it's broken... and smell the roses | |
| Need to take that time to find our own road | |
| So we focused... on what's golden | |
| And our gold don't shine it's not from no mine | |
| So we're not just living for a token | |
| [Hook] |
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