Crossroads

2 cups yeah I'm dranking now
Hop on course to breaking out
I don' been so high
The fighter jets should try to take me out
On to forward thinking now
Support 'fo I made a sound
That amount of love could have warmed any vacant house

I just want that real thing back
I just want that real thing back
I just want that real thing back.yea
Yea
I just want that real thing back

Thought that I was changing
I still only like dimes
How many hearts i'm gonna break until I find the right kind
Passing potentials
I dismiss em as I battle with time
New chick is bout the freakiest
But truly smart in the mind

Another country boy tryna explore every city
I'll give you much love if you steady fucking with me
Many people changed
Got my heart in a kevlar
Now I walk around skin tougher than reptar's

Pain - yeah it left me with calluses on my brain
The ones on my hands and feet could never be cut as deep
But I see possibilities - the things that close in my reach
Dont know what's gotten into me
I been puffin like chimneys

Money talks
It ain't bringing up no random people
It's just this nigga here and his team is lethal
Boy he got more kicks than a nut in fetal
Jumped out , thanked moms to be born in ether
Ever since then I was born to win
God said this is my son born again
I was thinking that he left but we on again
Hope that he ain't mad I was born to sin

Hoping that I make it home alright
Hoping that I make it home tonight
On my way up, gone thru the moon light
On my way up.this can change my life

You on this spaceship
Outta this muhfuckin' atmosphere
But you can't help but to look back down

Got to growing some inches
Was jumpin some fences
Cannot end up bammed for some marijuana
We was deep in them trenches
So deep that I think we were better off studying mariana
See I mastered mobs
Ima mastodon
It's some shit I can't get over tho
I'm tired of going thru this system overload
Overload
To butta
Seeing your mama cry yea it made me wanna murder
Got to going vegan on the beef shit still made me wanna burger
Now I'm riding round wishing niggas would front on me
No gun on me
Who sonning me
If I get to poppin
U get to droppin
Like the economy

All of my angels live thru me
Help when I don't know which way to go