Can You Call

Yeah I'm just gonna go back in Alright Look My worst fears to have a dream and do nothing bout it Procrastinate every chance cus I truly doubt if I could reach it, achieve it Believe it if I could But it seems that, the visions always clouded Scratch out that last line Back up and reroute it Prep my voice, record it But I'm hating how it's sounding Never truly satisfied, no way else around it Guess that my achilles heel Is tryna fly while I'm grounded In other words tryna swim while I'm drowning In other words again tryna sprint while I'm lounging Drop another song, gets my close friends bouncing But my Main concern is that it didn't do thousands What the fuck is good My perspective off balance Usually my attitude is I can move mountains But rising out of beds become a new challenge And I, burn my lungs as I burn a few ounces Liquor stay flowing And it flow like new fountains Circus members ask each other who this new clown is All these thoughts in my head it grew crowded Lost my mind Can you call if you found it Can you call if you Can you call if you found it (Call if you found it) Yeah Random thoughts got me feelin like a pessimist Searchin for the excellence I share my pain Cus that's where all the... Yeah My mind-state shift quickly like it's pop culture Latest trend is feeling happy then it's pop over That's when it's back to not sober Pot smoker In my head feelin lonely down and wounded Like a shot soldier Peep my mind think I ruined it Bolts appear loosened Not properly screwed in, that's my conclusion Almost 22 I need to find a place to move in 4 night stay twenty dollars Red Roof Inn Barely gettin rest, peep my eyes stay droopin But it's 7 days a week you know my hustle keep movin Spending dollars on these beats and then I recoup it That's the real definition of my money stay loopin Paying back my debts was a straight A student Now the kids a fuckin rap star and part time producing And it's, so gruesome Way past contusions and bruisin When I hop up on these tracks You know I do's em Straight oozing And one day I'll be straight cruising Down the freeway in a car with no roofing My bass boosting Out my tapes cus they so soothing For this kid that hates the raps that leave your face toothless To sweet and sugar coated The game eroded Used to be real writers and raw rhythm poets What ever happened to it I miss it dearly Thoughts of a pessimist It's written so clearly