Some Say
All this weed lit
Got me feelin’ a wee bit
Out of control, out of my own zone
Do I really need this?
Do I really need to
Resort to drugs just to feel freedom?
Prisoner of my own soul, bleedin’
Don’t know what to do with my life either trapped on this globe till my show’s over
What show? I’m just another motherf***** flowin’ convinced that I’m makin’ art though
Cause I’m the shit and I’m f***** smart yo
And every time I rhyme I deliver like parcels even if my liver probably looks like a fossil
Guess we can all improve in some ways
Always in a bad mood on Sundays
Wanna give your life light like sun rays
I just need a mic then I’ll might do it one day
God knows when that mothaf****** day will come god knows if that mothaf****** day will come some day some day some day
Some day some day some day
Some say some day I will be rich some say some day I will be shit
Some pray on Sundays in front of some graves whether sleet, snow, rain or f****** sun rays dedication to the dead in it
Then go inside to beg for forgiveness
They’re sinnin’, well everybody’s sinnin’
Look at me selling weed for a living
God’s present but it feels like I’m dealin’ penicillin
Or selling drugs to pregnant women
So I can pay for a pair of J’s or some denim
What the f*** is wrong with this sick globe?
I’m just gonna build a f****** farm ‘fore all this shit goes downhill, man down, thou kill
Man chill & down another brown pill
How ill would it be if she was still here
Till this day I f****** miss her, how does this feel?
None of you will ever know
Showing you this path none of you will ever go
It’s easier just listening then let it go
Cause I’m the man presenting every letter wrote
Not your problem cause it ain’t on the radio
Not your fault that this ain’t on the radio
Had the chance but wasn’t my way to go
Not who I am and not who I will ever grow
To be, not me, f*** that
I just wanna rap, I don’t need no f****** rucksack
Full of problems & responsibilities
Having to respond to your comments is killing me
So feel free to say what you want to me
Cause I don’t give a f*** anymore
Possibly, the best place I’ve ever been in life’s now
3 years I had to put the mic down
Had figure out who I am with all the lights out
Missed opportunities but in the right mind now
Yeah, and that’s all that really counts for me
Of course I regret not having crowds bounce with me
Always envisioned myself on a stage saying scream
And the whole crowd follows me like I’m queen
Always was my dream to be like Mercury
Except that that mothaf****** disease wouldn’t murder me
He is victorious, but you ain’t never heard me
Let’s leave it like that, wanna let that burden be
Couldn’t deal with fame anyway
I would burn out, it would turn out at least more than 3rd degree
God knows if that mothaf****** day will come
God knows when that mothaf****** day will come some day some day some day
Some day some day some day
Some say some day I will be this
Some say some day I will be that
But all I really want is to feed raps
To the world, have a fuckin girl and just relax, with Jax