On My Way

[Chorus]
Yesterday I bought a plane ticket, I was scared
Am I running from the thought of what was never there
Who am I to stop and wonder if I'm proud of me
Who am I to cop a number if she thought of me
Every day I think of would've dones and should've beens
Looking back I ponder could it be this good again
That's that dumb [ruetto, ruletto] popping bottles couldn't have

[Verse 1]
I was dropping albums doing what the wo-wo-wo-wo
Lay myself to rest and I digest the question
If I made my bed then I'd finally forget the message
If I take a check am I behind my adolescеnce
If I chase what's left of minе I'd die with my discretion
I digress and my confession to the cherry and the exe-
'cutioners who crucify my mind and my possession, I learnt my lesson
I won't disturb, I heard a question
Take your suggestion and not a word is heard again
I lay the pen down 'cause who give a damn bout' what you trying to say
The verses that you spurt, the curses that you play
The words that make you hurt, the hearses where you stay
The universe assumed the worst [unknown]
Fuck that I'm flying now, Jesus Christ feel like I'm the messiah now
No more hiding out, I might just fuck around and wild out
And smile for a minute, with my yellow colored teeth
My janky ass clothes, smelling like mesquite
It's been a moment since I spoke with [she,chi. che], I know that she's deceased
If I told her I've grown and how I've honed into my niche
I know my homies hold me down if I should go back to defeat
But I ain't holding back from grinding where my mind is at it's peace
I'm at my peak, I made a pact with those that I can't delete(?)
Don't give a fuck if we don't see a green on balanced sheet
It's trap and skeet, we talking practice in this bitch
And not a suicide pact is getting active in this bitch
I know the road ahead for some ain't feel the same
And so I pray, for the ones who never loved me, for the ones who went away
For the voices in my head that tell me settle down and lay
Wouldn't I be better off dead than never listen what you say

[Chorus]
Yesterday I bought a plane ticket, I was scared
Am I running from the thought of what was never there
Who am I to stop and wonder if I'm proud of me
Who am I to cop a number if she thought of me
Every day I think of would've dones and should've beens
Looking back I ponder could it be this good again
That's that dumb [ruetto, ruletto] popping bottles couldn't have