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The Fish Fry[Intro]Uh huh Just wanna come through, say my peace, be out Yeah, uh [Verse] Cup full to the brim, emotions vacant RTB 11 was truth unadulterated Started sensin' those that are threatened feel my presence is overstated Thank me later You're welcome, even though you overstayed it Uh, I'm just tryna stay motivated Tryna go a day wit' no complaining I know Parents created a pro when they procreated So I'm paintin' pictures to reminisce when the moment's faded And I don't wanna be ultra famous This feeling never gets old, long as the flow is ageless I learned more about home in foreign places So I'm distant, goin' through growth and changes Yuh, sometimes it's therapy Like when I act out of character and have to laugh at myself Feels like a parody Judging other rappers compared to me Like if I prove I deserve their success it'd somehow be shared with me Count blessings, keep track of failures carefully Use the latter as a way to climb That state of mind's a rarity Ride for those that are there for me Side switching's like heresy And letting it slide's like charity I'm on my own planet They say we're made from space dust Explains why I'm so scattered Scatterbrained, clothes tattered, nomadic Chose my own path, so I walk a road with no traffic Know a couple on-the-low addicts But I got my own habits Just tryna find a balance Put life on a canvas, paint in monochromatic Live in the grey area, but won't look death in its eyes, like a closed casket Before you criticize take a glimpse inside I'm tryna empathize, check my ego, discipline my pride I don't get out much, I been inside When they do, they stress on what to wear I'm more concerned with when and why Only fuck with those that fit my vibe Gone till November, had to fallback We just on different times Moved to LA, left my city, why? I was out of place, calling it home felt a bit contrived Moved out my exes, just getting by Prolly could've made it work but didn't try I was with Chase at Blue Water eating Grouper Them moments symbolized My city like crabs in a bucket and I got bigger fish to fry As good and evil intertwine, pick a side Dr. Jekyll, Mr. Hyde Channel my spirit guide and slip and slide Through the conscience of whatever soul let me hitch a ride Yo, Bender passed, then I cried Nipsey passed, then I cried Life's a marathon, death's the finish line Sip this vintage wine then unwind Thinking 'They don't love me now? They will when I die.' Just give it time Just give it time Yea |