Woke up in the morning
Tryna get it
Woke up in the morning
Steadying gritting
Can't nobody tell me nothing different
Moving with a purpose
With a vision
Remember them days I was
Stuck in Comanche
Me and mama
And sisters at home
Too low on dollars
To fulfill my fancy
Breakfast
Was Ramen on stove
Chased after school
Man
Them boys couldn't stand me
Ran from the bus stop
To home
Seen what they couldn't
So I was abandoned
Left with my thoughts all alone
Had a vision
Just to make it out
Life is what you make it 'bout
Back and forth from aunties house
Now I'm tryna figure out
How to be a man and shit
How to earn the right amount
Put my niggas in a house
Help 'em take the brighter route
RIP my nigga Jayy
Overdosed the other day
Battles I knew nothing 'bout
Had him drowning like a trout
Wrestling with fear and doubt
Had to find what work for me
Wonder if it's worth the peace
To let 'em hurt on me
'Member all them days
Stuck up in my room
Trapped in isolation
I was laying
Waiting for my doom
Dealing with depression
As a man
I couldn't see myself
Only thing I saw was
Thoughts as weapons
Tryna creep and loom
Mama in and out of prison
Saying that "I'm missing you"
Cousin on them new prescriptions
Always act a f*cking fool
Little cousin's father's missing
So they lack a couple tools
Really ain't my business
'Cause I'm barely 'round
To see them bloom
Busy on a mission
Tryna put myself in better rooms
Into better kitchens
Baby spinach
With Wasabi root
No more reminiscing
Bout the times I couldn't
See it through
Crafted in his image
So you know them blessings
Coming through
Sun upon my visage
So them darkened clouds is
Never due
Ain't nobody winning
When the children
And the family feuds
I fall
I die
I try again
I get back up
And push to win
Shyheim Nwadiei - VISION Lyrics
Shyheim Nwadiei - VISION Lyrics
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Woke up in the morning
Tryna get it
Woke up in the morning
Steadying gritting
Can't nobody tell me nothing different
Moving with a purpose
With a vision
Remember them days I was
Stuck in Comanche
Me and mama
And sisters at home
Too low on dollars
To fulfill my fancy
Breakfast
Was Ramen on stove
Chased after school
Man
Them boys couldn't stand me
Ran from the bus stop
To home
Seen what they couldn't
So I was abandoned
Left with my thoughts all alone
Had a vision
Just to make it out
Life is what you make it 'bout
Back and forth from aunties house
Now I'm tryna figure out
How to be a man and shit
How to earn the right amount
Put my niggas in a house
Help 'em take the brighter route
RIP my nigga Jayy
Overdosed the other day
Battles I knew nothing 'bout
Had him drowning like a trout
Wrestling with fear and doubt
Had to find what work for me
Wonder if it's worth the peace
To let 'em hurt on me
'Member all them days
Stuck up in my room
Trapped in isolation
I was laying
Waiting for my doom
Dealing with depression
As a man
I couldn't see myself
Only thing I saw was
Thoughts as weapons
Tryna creep and loom
Mama in and out of prison
Saying that "I'm missing you"
Cousin on them new prescriptions
Always act a f*cking fool
Little cousin's father's missing
So they lack a couple tools
Really ain't my business
'Cause I'm barely 'round
To see them bloom
Busy on a mission
Tryna put myself in better rooms
Into better kitchens
Baby spinach
With Wasabi root
No more reminiscing
Bout the times I couldn't
See it through
Crafted in his image
So you know them blessings
Coming through
Sun upon my visage
So them darkened clouds is
Never due
Ain't nobody winning
When the children
And the family feuds
I fall
I die
I try again
I get back up
And push to win
Tryna get it
Woke up in the morning
Steadying gritting
Can't nobody tell me nothing different
Moving with a purpose
With a vision
Remember them days I was
Stuck in Comanche
Me and mama
And sisters at home
Too low on dollars
To fulfill my fancy
Breakfast
Was Ramen on stove
Chased after school
Man
Them boys couldn't stand me
Ran from the bus stop
To home
Seen what they couldn't
So I was abandoned
Left with my thoughts all alone
Had a vision
Just to make it out
Life is what you make it 'bout
Back and forth from aunties house
Now I'm tryna figure out
How to be a man and shit
How to earn the right amount
Put my niggas in a house
Help 'em take the brighter route
RIP my nigga Jayy
Overdosed the other day
Battles I knew nothing 'bout
Had him drowning like a trout
Wrestling with fear and doubt
Had to find what work for me
Wonder if it's worth the peace
To let 'em hurt on me
'Member all them days
Stuck up in my room
Trapped in isolation
I was laying
Waiting for my doom
Dealing with depression
As a man
I couldn't see myself
Only thing I saw was
Thoughts as weapons
Tryna creep and loom
Mama in and out of prison
Saying that "I'm missing you"
Cousin on them new prescriptions
Always act a f*cking fool
Little cousin's father's missing
So they lack a couple tools
Really ain't my business
'Cause I'm barely 'round
To see them bloom
Busy on a mission
Tryna put myself in better rooms
Into better kitchens
Baby spinach
With Wasabi root
No more reminiscing
Bout the times I couldn't
See it through
Crafted in his image
So you know them blessings
Coming through
Sun upon my visage
So them darkened clouds is
Never due
Ain't nobody winning
When the children
And the family feuds
I fall
I die
I try again
I get back up
And push to win
Writer: Shyheim Nwadiei
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Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC