Yea my life is a museum
You can see these aisles
Artifacts treasures and ideas
Man this shit's real
Keep calling me a dreamer
Cuz I was 15 and lost in what I'd become
I lost in the idea
Looking more like an Ikea with these prized possessions
A value
But it was never enough
My obsession wasn't these ones
An accountant, a stocker trader , or a drug dealer
It was evident
Everything I did was beside those points
I picked up that pen and I light that joint
A year into my bachelor's had to white that noise
So I dropped out
Family thought it was a cop out
Thought I was a follower but I had to block out
I had to clock out
I took a year for my health
I took a year for myself
Took minute just to breath and I figured shit out
What I am is, who I was, is what I'm becoming, it's what I'm becoming no
I don't gotta change, I don't needa rush it
What I am is, who I was, is what I'm becoming, it's what I'm becoming
Understanding my decisions till I reach the summit
Understanding my decisions till I reach the summit
Yea I want that
I had to talk back
I treated people like we was never in contact
Heat like it's on tap
But this shit's cold
Every day I've doing this shit in plain clothes
I let the shame go, then it became gold
I'm to blame for the reason I became bold
Now I can't fold
Cuz I'm too deep
Too infused in this music and I can't sleep
I was 18
When I finally noticed
That this music is a process and im staying focussed
Took the blinders off
I keep reminded of
I don't ever gotta make shit and sign it off
What I am is, who I was, is what I'm becoming, it's what I'm becoming no
I don't gotta change, I don't needa rush it
What I am is, who I was, is what I'm becoming, it's what I'm becoming
Understanding my decisions till I reach the summit
Understanding my decisions till I reach the summit