Come Along

[Intro]
(Ayo, man. What's on the radio, man?)
(Cough) (Ayo, put it on 105.5)
"What's all this shit on the radio man?" (Nah, fuck that.)
"Radio always trying to tell me some shit, man, I ain't even trying to listen to." (85)
Yo, yo, man, shit is all fucked up son. "I know, man."
Nahmean? "Yes."
(Lord have mercy) (Iono what we gon' do, man) (Who you tellin?)
Yo, my daughter's feet, man, they just keep growing, son. I need new shoes. (I know man, me too)
Ya nahmean, I'm trying to make this rap shit pay out yo man you know what I mean. (Yo man, I feel you)
Aight (aight)
I'll holler at you (holler)
Aight, peace (Stay up my brother)
(You gonna pass me that shit or what?)

[Verse 1]
Once my eyes open, the migraine starts
Ibuprofen, Tylenol, Excedrin & Advil
That'll get me through to nine o'clock
I've got an album to finish, but brother, times are hard
And I need inspiration like a priest who lies to God
I try for thoughts but get distracted by lies & cars
Cause my eyes are fogged like head was inside a swamp
I don't wanna be large
Correction, I don't wanna be a star, I just wanna be large
Meaning I wanna ball, hard
But not like dribble, pass it & dunk
More like scribble raps on the drum and get cash when I'm done
Yup
My 401k is my tongue
And if you don't understand that analogy you're probably dumb
With bad taste
Shootin' for first in last place
Cause you runnin' a race, runnin' in place, runnin' late
What state to be stuck inside
It can make you wanna cry
When you find out things you underline are a fucking lie
Oops, I mean, where was I?
The answer is simple, not
I was doing what I was told just like a little bot
I was living a lie but now I'm living a lot
Now I'm trying to make a livin because this is my job

[Hook]
Come along
With me as I, do my best to try to make it, make it
If I can't love what I do, I'ma do what I love
I'm gonna, write a song
Put my heart, blood, sweat and tears in it
And I hope somebody plays it, plays it
Think that life sucks and it's not fair?
Welcome to the club

"Woo!" "Yo, man, ya'll don't know nothing about this shit"
Yeah
"This is some soul shit right here yo!"
Ugh
"From the heart! Uh!"
Ight

[Verse 2]
God please
Lift some of this stress offa' my feet
Cause I can't make it if I keep having days like these
Baby mama steady sabotaging my dreams
Keeping my daughter from me, taking every dollar I see
Claiming I'm unfit cause I used to light trees
I wish she would move on
Someone take my ex-wife please
I'm sick of the nonsense like a song I did in 2003
Trying to find peace but it's hard when somebody's trying to fight me
Bite me
Better yet, don't, cause you're a zombie
Sick in the head, walking dead, great train robbery
It never ceases to amaze what some people do for hate
Including sabotage love like they think that life's a game
I wish they knew that we're people too
It ain't all about you, think about the things you do
And how they affect your kids
And how they affect your friends
Think ahead to how now will play out in the end if you can
And remember, don't be a pretender, with a wicked agenda Better if you surrender to the faith that you claim instead of being blasphemous
Believing in God? Then answer to him

[Hook]
Come along
With me as I, do my best to try to make it, make it
If I can't love what I do, I'ma do what I love
I'm gonna, write a song
Put my heart, blood, sweat and tears in it
And then hope somebody plays it, plays it
Think that life sucks and it's not fair?
Welcome to the club
(Repeat)