Chandler. - Everything Lyrics

Everything's been changed
Nothing's like before
What all has been changing? Everything
What kinda problems are you facing? Everything
What kinda dreams are you chasing? I want everything
How you look so amazing I brought everything
My circle's ever changing so I call it a revolving door
People only get at you when you involved in more
I never take it easy no I'm not a Commodore
I got accommodations, keep my strong relations with the people that stay adjacent to me
And ain't been looking lazy to me
I had to kick some people out 'cause they were faking
Truly, I never try to hurt feelings
But can you blame me when I'm painting bigger pictures and they're stuck up in the ceiling
Sticky bud revealing the priorities I already been telling everyone that I want everything
One day this work gon' be the reason that my celly ring
I look down at my pen and pad I swear they tell me things
What all has been changing? Everything
What kinda problems are you facing? Everything
What kinda dreams are you chasing? I want everything
How you look so amazing I brought everything
I brought everything straight to the table
A self-labeled author man I write my own fable
I want the accolades stacking up tall
I want the racks, got a knack for attacking the soft
I've been tryna find my baby real soon
'Cause lately I been thinking 'bout how when you blow they don't want you
Just like some soul food, it's all about the greens
So when you say you love me baby tell me what you mean
I took that advice
Now I'm getting careful 'bout how I've been spending my nights
No more bottle popping, I ain't got the cups with the ice
I'm just tryna make a living, have accounts that all look right
I know exactly how everyone feels
I'm just like you I'm just tryna pay the bills
And nothing in life is certain except life sure ends
I try to keep that in mind but it's not working
What all has been changing? Everything
What kinda problems are you facing? Everything
What kinda dreams are you chasing? I want everything
How you look so amazing I brought everything
I brought everything straight to the table
A self-labeled author man I write my own fable
I want the accolades stacking up tall
I want the racks, got a knack for attacking the soft