ROJ - First Track Lyrics

Which way will I go
Homie said he packin' said he got it on the low
My ex don't gotta tell me that she miss cuz I know
Its starting to get cold I should take my ass back home

I should be in class but instead I'm writing these songs
Finding the perfect craft to write all of my wrongs
I should really take a bath after scrubbing all night long
Oh yeah, I'm working at a bowling alley
Life is fun dilly dallying
My life away because there is no other way to look at it
How fabulous is it, to not pay rent
Oh its ecstatic, but may I vent
These past couple of years have felt like shit
Look, living in my parents house feels like a decline
But I've never been up before so then I get high
I don't follow pop culture I just spit rhymes
Rap my reality in a song and walk out the door like I'm fine
And I am
Wait, why you lying
Failing all those classes, yeah it got a bitter taste
But you'd rather f*cking smoke, take a joint to the face
Pussy on your f*cking mind
You need to cope, you need some space
You need some time, you need to relax
Nope, here we go again
This is my medicine, hyperventilating cuz I'm rapping till this bar ends
All I need are strong friends, nothing less
I'll hold my chin up when I read this to the press
When I say f*ck white America and its success (Yup)
You start gentrifying once we start making progress

Looking at my white neighbors like f*ck you doing here bro
You're walking your poodle and shit
All these dogs are barking at you and your poodle
You look lost bro

These days I can't tell if I'm properly growing up
Cuz I continue my habits like if I give a f*ck
And Im living life like Im all out of luck
F*ck luck, I'm a mothaf*cking diamond in the rough
Keep your nuts tucked, cuz I'm coming with nunchucks and nut busts
Swinging before you can see it my pedigree is giving you a head rush
Do the right thing and just let it be seen that these jabs feel like a left hook
F*ck a hook this song is an uppercut to you bummy bust
Rappers acting trappers talking guns but you've never held one
To your enemy at gun point, with the safety off
And set it off, I don't think you wanna get involved
Don't initiate if you just playing with pawns
And if I die, one of my homies will shoot through like if I respawned
And the cycle goes on and on

I picture myself with my dog in the meadow
Enjoying the sunset while he's trying to eat the pedals
From the flowers that bloom so beautifully
That flower probably has a backstory or a eulogy
Along the lines like
Even through the rainy days, it found a way to grow
From soaking up all the cold rain
It made it to its own power in its own nature
Like how I'm writing cold pain on this cold paper
My dog is still eating the pedals from the meadow
Use your power to make it out the ghetto