Turned off my phone, I barely post anymore
Your team is cocky, tell them to check the score
Go tell your boyfriend I think he's a bore
Even when I get it I'll get some more
Ever since college my creativity gone
It's been hard to write a song
Feel like I lost my identity
Losing what life has meant for me
Every day half pregnant
I use words as a weapon
Insecure about relevance
And ways to obtain intelligence
About to watch the Seven Samurai
In a rut, I don't know why
Sergeant Pepper by The Beatles
Ignorance is bliss and evil
Can't detect subconscious emotion
Our brains be sipping on potion
Be careful what seed you are sowing
Keep mind on what lawn you're mowing
Pain came with pleasure like it's masochistic
Noam Chomsky with the linguistics
I keep it spiritualistic
I ought to rise not fall in autumn
Anytime I could be put in a coffin
My life is just a power play, a game for control
But these games we play, they never console
We can't find meaning, so we're stacking chips
We create divisions like the bloods and the crips
My life is just a power play, a game for control
But these games we play, they never console
Turned off my phone, I barely post anymore
Your team is cocky, tell them to check the score
Go tell your boyfriend I think he's a bore
Even when I get it I'll get some more
I hope Obed stops smoking cigs
I was writing raps when you were learning trig
I need to be mindful how other people live
I stayed inside my mind ever since I was a kid
Smoked hookah twice, won't do it again
Hit hookah twice, did not keep that shit in
Your religion cannot a define a sin
Had to take your phony narrative for a little spin
I could put out music but it's gotta be presented right
Could've make another beat but must make sure this one is tight
Can't sacrifice passion to get good grades
Can't sacrifice money getting an average fade
I need to stop f*cking around being half pregnant
I need to dropout of college but I keep on second guessing
I need to get my own but I'm love with the protection
I need to suck it up and run it up the middle
I don't wanna get stuck with a hammer and sickle
I've been dwelling but I can no longer be quiet
Might call up Black Lives Matter just to start a riot
Told y'all on the last one the fam don't f*ck with the vision
Being someone else really feels like circumcision
It's mutilation, I can't fix it with a vacation
It's like they keep me grounded but I yearn to be a pilot
It's to the point where even suicide couldn't get my silence
It's to the point where my existence is an act of defiance
They push everybody into college
Only half the people pay attention
No wonder why half the students dropout
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Turned off my phone, I barely post anymore
Your team is cocky, tell them to check the score
Go tell your boyfriend I think he's a bore
Even when I get it I'll get some more
Ever since college my creativity gone
It's been hard to write a song
Feel like I lost my identity
Losing what life has meant for me
Every day half pregnant
I use words as a weapon
Insecure about relevance
And ways to obtain intelligence
About to watch the Seven Samurai
In a rut, I don't know why
Sergeant Pepper by The Beatles
Ignorance is bliss and evil
Can't detect subconscious emotion
Our brains be sipping on potion
Be careful what seed you are sowing
Keep mind on what lawn you're mowing
Pain came with pleasure like it's masochistic
Noam Chomsky with the linguistics
I keep it spiritualistic
I ought to rise not fall in autumn
Anytime I could be put in a coffin
My life is just a power play, a game for control
But these games we play, they never console
We can't find meaning, so we're stacking chips
We create divisions like the bloods and the crips
My life is just a power play, a game for control
But these games we play, they never console
Turned off my phone, I barely post anymore
Your team is cocky, tell them to check the score
Go tell your boyfriend I think he's a bore
Even when I get it I'll get some more
I hope Obed stops smoking cigs
I was writing raps when you were learning trig
I need to be mindful how other people live
I stayed inside my mind ever since I was a kid
Smoked hookah twice, won't do it again
Hit hookah twice, did not keep that shit in
Your religion cannot a define a sin
Had to take your phony narrative for a little spin
I could put out music but it's gotta be presented right
Could've make another beat but must make sure this one is tight
Can't sacrifice passion to get good grades
Can't sacrifice money getting an average fade
I need to stop f*cking around being half pregnant
I need to dropout of college but I keep on second guessing
I need to get my own but I'm love with the protection
I need to suck it up and run it up the middle
I don't wanna get stuck with a hammer and sickle
I've been dwelling but I can no longer be quiet
Might call up Black Lives Matter just to start a riot
Told y'all on the last one the fam don't f*ck with the vision
Being someone else really feels like circumcision
It's mutilation, I can't fix it with a vacation
It's like they keep me grounded but I yearn to be a pilot
It's to the point where even suicide couldn't get my silence
It's to the point where my existence is an act of defiance
They push everybody into college
Only half the people pay attention
No wonder why half the students dropout
Your team is cocky, tell them to check the score
Go tell your boyfriend I think he's a bore
Even when I get it I'll get some more
Ever since college my creativity gone
It's been hard to write a song
Feel like I lost my identity
Losing what life has meant for me
Every day half pregnant
I use words as a weapon
Insecure about relevance
And ways to obtain intelligence
About to watch the Seven Samurai
In a rut, I don't know why
Sergeant Pepper by The Beatles
Ignorance is bliss and evil
Can't detect subconscious emotion
Our brains be sipping on potion
Be careful what seed you are sowing
Keep mind on what lawn you're mowing
Pain came with pleasure like it's masochistic
Noam Chomsky with the linguistics
I keep it spiritualistic
I ought to rise not fall in autumn
Anytime I could be put in a coffin
My life is just a power play, a game for control
But these games we play, they never console
We can't find meaning, so we're stacking chips
We create divisions like the bloods and the crips
My life is just a power play, a game for control
But these games we play, they never console
Turned off my phone, I barely post anymore
Your team is cocky, tell them to check the score
Go tell your boyfriend I think he's a bore
Even when I get it I'll get some more
I hope Obed stops smoking cigs
I was writing raps when you were learning trig
I need to be mindful how other people live
I stayed inside my mind ever since I was a kid
Smoked hookah twice, won't do it again
Hit hookah twice, did not keep that shit in
Your religion cannot a define a sin
Had to take your phony narrative for a little spin
I could put out music but it's gotta be presented right
Could've make another beat but must make sure this one is tight
Can't sacrifice passion to get good grades
Can't sacrifice money getting an average fade
I need to stop f*cking around being half pregnant
I need to dropout of college but I keep on second guessing
I need to get my own but I'm love with the protection
I need to suck it up and run it up the middle
I don't wanna get stuck with a hammer and sickle
I've been dwelling but I can no longer be quiet
Might call up Black Lives Matter just to start a riot
Told y'all on the last one the fam don't f*ck with the vision
Being someone else really feels like circumcision
It's mutilation, I can't fix it with a vacation
It's like they keep me grounded but I yearn to be a pilot
It's to the point where even suicide couldn't get my silence
It's to the point where my existence is an act of defiance
They push everybody into college
Only half the people pay attention
No wonder why half the students dropout
Writer: Brandon Finley
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid