john_angel$ - plugged in free$tyle Lyrics

Shh, yeah, look

I done came a long way from thinkin' shit was sweet
It's been a minute but I swear I never missed a beat
They out here judgin' motherf*ckers like the Philistines
Gettin' pleasure off of someone elses' misery

Come walk a mile in my shoes, I know the kicks is creased
The kid was quick to see the bleeding, had to stitch his feet
Really trippin' as a teen distilling mysteries
The apple ain't fallin' far from the biggest tree

My father still in my dreams, I see the symmetries,
What stays alive in my rhymes and my soliloquies
The honor and the memories, it's kinda bittersweet
Something's really gotta give to really get relief

I scaled some heights but fell quickly back to middle C
It's predictable that I'm here, look at my history
Part of me still in the streets, don't get it twisted g,
But there's no use in sinning, livin' with infamy

The crew suited up like a fellowship of MENSA writers
So I hope there ain't no questionin' who pen the nicest
Useless friends, cut 'em off like appendicitis
My mind be up in the clouds, I mighta been a flight risk

Seein' through the facade, had to adjust the brightness
I oughta start livin' life, because that shit is priceless
Was only clockin' in for the night shift
My senses tend to heighten when I'm usin' my right wrist

Brass knucklin' down, my feet buckled, it got tougher to smile
A hush fell over the crowd
I'm done holdin' it down, its time to grasp the crown,
Unfamiliar with the name, you better ask around

I'm plugged in like I'm sellin' a pack of loud
Phantom limb in my brain an answer as to why I'm actin out
I get as high as my fashion, shit costin' vast amounts
I had a drought drinkin' absinthe then passing out

While thinkin' of a better place, know I had to set 'em straight
These motherf*ckers lookin' featherweight
120 for the wedding cake, that's how I meditate
Find my mental, tryna settle for a better fate

It's pathetic but I resent the change
Thats what I used to tell myself, but today I'm makin' headway
Avoiding early death dates, a consequence from being led astray
Had trouble findin shelter on the wettest days

I'm tryna mend mistakes