Nights of calm drinking and long thinking
Got me ready to blow just like the bomb blinking
Wit all this shit In My head I feel anger got me writing in red I guess I grabbed the wrong ink pen
My inner thoughts of changing
Are built off hope
Cause I'm broke so what's the cost to change it
And when I talk to myself
Sometimes I don't understand
It's sort of like I speak the wrong language
I let the pain settle, and then I add it up
Wit da rest of the stress that's been adding up
And just when I think I done had enough of
I hit my dude judo to go and get tatted up
It hurts hard and its deep... bedrock
I'm getting no sleep and drinking like Hancock
My girl tripping
My baby mamas still bitching
And all this drama bout to make my f*cking head pop
But They say u gotta go thru hell just to get to heaven...
Its like im waiting on a layover...
This trip is taking out the best of me
And my journeys only half way over
Mo stress and... plenty testing
Thru da drought it brings out da best when you down and out no telling what you gonna do
Sometimes when da issues get you to thinking
Sails up but no time 4 sinking or drowning now get thru what you going thru
Wit all dis drama and confusion
I come to conclusion
That what I see happening is an illusion
It only leads to the late nights cruising
Or just solo dolo up in somebody bar boozing
Should I pack up and trap up to mil town
Then shack up wit somebody that's still down
Maybe stack up get a pack and just chill down
Even then these muf*ckas a still clown
The kettle cooked dropped & boiled over 2 hot sizzle
And I got hot from being not so my pot fizzled
Ready to explode in ya ear like a shot missile
I'm not rizzy I'm not drew and I'm not pizzle
I'm not lazy I crack snapping like pop rocks
I keep flowing my minds going it don't stop
It keeps coming and honestly this is real talk
The beats fresh and it's bringing out this deep thought
And I ain't stopping til my heart gives a sign That what I'm spitting and speaking is ahead Of my time
Its all a process that's deep in my mind
I'm just another starving artist waiting patient in line
Mo stress and... plenty testing
Thru da drought it brings out da best when you down and out no telling what you gonna do
Sometimes when da issues get you to thinking
Sails up but no time 4 sinking or drowning now get thru what you going thru
Vokabalarry - Deep Thought Lyrics
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Nights of calm drinking and long thinking
Got me ready to blow just like the bomb blinking
Wit all this shit In My head I feel anger got me writing in red I guess I grabbed the wrong ink pen
My inner thoughts of changing
Are built off hope
Cause I'm broke so what's the cost to change it
And when I talk to myself
Sometimes I don't understand
It's sort of like I speak the wrong language
I let the pain settle, and then I add it up
Wit da rest of the stress that's been adding up
And just when I think I done had enough of
I hit my dude judo to go and get tatted up
It hurts hard and its deep... bedrock
I'm getting no sleep and drinking like Hancock
My girl tripping
My baby mamas still bitching
And all this drama bout to make my f*cking head pop
But They say u gotta go thru hell just to get to heaven...
Its like im waiting on a layover...
This trip is taking out the best of me
And my journeys only half way over
Mo stress and... plenty testing
Thru da drought it brings out da best when you down and out no telling what you gonna do
Sometimes when da issues get you to thinking
Sails up but no time 4 sinking or drowning now get thru what you going thru
Wit all dis drama and confusion
I come to conclusion
That what I see happening is an illusion
It only leads to the late nights cruising
Or just solo dolo up in somebody bar boozing
Should I pack up and trap up to mil town
Then shack up wit somebody that's still down
Maybe stack up get a pack and just chill down
Even then these muf*ckas a still clown
The kettle cooked dropped & boiled over 2 hot sizzle
And I got hot from being not so my pot fizzled
Ready to explode in ya ear like a shot missile
I'm not rizzy I'm not drew and I'm not pizzle
I'm not lazy I crack snapping like pop rocks
I keep flowing my minds going it don't stop
It keeps coming and honestly this is real talk
The beats fresh and it's bringing out this deep thought
And I ain't stopping til my heart gives a sign That what I'm spitting and speaking is ahead Of my time
Its all a process that's deep in my mind
I'm just another starving artist waiting patient in line
Mo stress and... plenty testing
Thru da drought it brings out da best when you down and out no telling what you gonna do
Sometimes when da issues get you to thinking
Sails up but no time 4 sinking or drowning now get thru what you going thru
Got me ready to blow just like the bomb blinking
Wit all this shit In My head I feel anger got me writing in red I guess I grabbed the wrong ink pen
My inner thoughts of changing
Are built off hope
Cause I'm broke so what's the cost to change it
And when I talk to myself
Sometimes I don't understand
It's sort of like I speak the wrong language
I let the pain settle, and then I add it up
Wit da rest of the stress that's been adding up
And just when I think I done had enough of
I hit my dude judo to go and get tatted up
It hurts hard and its deep... bedrock
I'm getting no sleep and drinking like Hancock
My girl tripping
My baby mamas still bitching
And all this drama bout to make my f*cking head pop
But They say u gotta go thru hell just to get to heaven...
Its like im waiting on a layover...
This trip is taking out the best of me
And my journeys only half way over
Mo stress and... plenty testing
Thru da drought it brings out da best when you down and out no telling what you gonna do
Sometimes when da issues get you to thinking
Sails up but no time 4 sinking or drowning now get thru what you going thru
Wit all dis drama and confusion
I come to conclusion
That what I see happening is an illusion
It only leads to the late nights cruising
Or just solo dolo up in somebody bar boozing
Should I pack up and trap up to mil town
Then shack up wit somebody that's still down
Maybe stack up get a pack and just chill down
Even then these muf*ckas a still clown
The kettle cooked dropped & boiled over 2 hot sizzle
And I got hot from being not so my pot fizzled
Ready to explode in ya ear like a shot missile
I'm not rizzy I'm not drew and I'm not pizzle
I'm not lazy I crack snapping like pop rocks
I keep flowing my minds going it don't stop
It keeps coming and honestly this is real talk
The beats fresh and it's bringing out this deep thought
And I ain't stopping til my heart gives a sign That what I'm spitting and speaking is ahead Of my time
Its all a process that's deep in my mind
I'm just another starving artist waiting patient in line
Mo stress and... plenty testing
Thru da drought it brings out da best when you down and out no telling what you gonna do
Sometimes when da issues get you to thinking
Sails up but no time 4 sinking or drowning now get thru what you going thru
Writer: Larie Norwood
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