Still working
Still waking up looking for real purpose
Still trying to figure out, what it´s gon´ take
Still trying to find connection with some real surface level types

Back when I was young I used to pedal bikes
Now I´m riding cross country doing several nights
In and out the rented van, pull up, get the levels right
Get a bite to eat, do the show, and then we settle like
What could be a better life
But I´m still staring at the ceiling in my bed at night
Thinking ´bout what I don´t got yet
Why I´m not high yet
Why the last project something that I thought would make me something that I´m not yet
It´s all a work in progress
That´s what they tell me and I respond with "I guess"
I been wanting to get something off, my chest
But it´s not, time yet

It might never be time
My kid won´t get no screen time
At least that´s what I´d like to think
´Cause my childhood was filled with tree climbs
Oatmeal Creme Pies and looking at the street signs
I guess that he gon´ be fine, or she will
I just feel like it´s hard to be thrilled at times like this
When our hands can´t keep still
And if it´s not Insta then it´s emails
There´s beauty in the details
I´ma try my best to pay attention to ´em
Spend your day with this and it can get you through it
I ain´t seen an institute since I ended schooling
Used to hate it now my dreams take place in it
Sun shine through the blinds ´til I wake in it

I just got done stretching like the 8th inning
Now it´s time to get something ´fore the day´s finished

I got well wishes in my cell phone from my classmates who let themselves go
Well aware that I´m well known
Know we had a stretch of time between us that you felt close to me
But it´s been a minute since
Did I change or did they rob me of my innocence
Inner-city kids I grew up with, we had some differences
But inside gymnasiums it´s almost like they didn´t exist
Times tickin´, my mom´s fifty
Told me that she´s been thinkin´ ´bout spending time different

It´s more precious, what if I took the same method at twenty-one and adopted it
Sometimes I feel like I´m tripping for dipping out of town while my pops´ living still
Palms itching, but this money has not been a drill
Ain´t no pattern to the way I tend to feel
It´s all, over the place
I´ma, lower the shades to sleep in
I ran into a little kid I grew up with
He shook my hand and told me, "No one thought you´d do this shit"
I can´t relate, but see I understand
´Cause when they hear me now compared to back then it´s like, "Who is this?"
Don´t know if I changed but the music did
In my old shit I used to just admit things
Now I sit around and wonder, "Is that something you admit?"

´Cause when I hear it all I do is cringe
I guess I did change
Two years in ATL
Before I moved I had never got drunk
Now I´m getting tore up like an ACL
Meeting people that my friends idolize
That they only ever get a chance to see on they TL
Artists that they playing through a JBL
In somebody´s basement, smoking getting wasted
Something in the air and I can taste it
Twenty-eighteen I could´t be on my own
Every night I´d call a girl and fall asleep on the phone
I guess it was how I coped with leaving from home
Discipline, I gotta keep in control
It gets more difficult to rap every day
´Cause it´s less and less things that feel like worth saying

Nothing is for sure except life sure ends
I try to keep that in mind but it´s not workin´