Produced by Manny Manhattan
Recorded, Mixed & Mastered by PLYTME
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Lyrics
Brown spirits got me in mode
I’m on the go, been living life on the road
Still sticking to what I know
These highways taking a toll
On them lonely nights it get cold
But I still sleep better when Im alone
This ain’t a round trip
Ain’t plan on goin back home
I had a vision of tripping around the globe
It’s hard to stay pure
When your heart turning to stone
Lol the things we put in a song
I need a million now
So I can pay a couple loans
Look how time flies,
Still learning how to be grown
Still tryna build a team
But wanna get it on my own
I keep hearing your emotions never shown
I’ll take a shot to that
So catch the store before they close
Shorty texting books, so fuck it
Just hit my phone
We can both pretend it’s going further than we want
I’m still… still tryna know when Im provoked
I’m getting too high
For my self esteem to be low
Fill my cup to the top
And until it overflows
I gotta make a toast
To engagements I propose
Niggas get online, type in a different tone
And every time I see em
They say it’s only a joke
I mean, we both know how it goes
It’s really my fault
Forgetting it’s just for show
In 2020, I’m barely reaching my goals
My patience getting thin
Like balancing on a rope
I still keep the faith
It’s easy to lose hope
My circle so small you gotta see it
Through a scope
Some things never change
The more I switch it up
It always feels like it’s the same
Loose canon, but I got better with my aim
I might be out the loop
But dare a nigga to say my name
Rap, sing, write a nigga showing you range
I took a lot of L’s
But got to charge it to the game
Too nice with it writing with the pages my brain
Ever since my phone said
That it’s running out of space
I need more days where I’m in TSA
And I got one bag
That I carry on the plane
Closed case saved me from checking
Up out of chase
It’s hard to find a pace
And not feel like it’s a race