Perspectives

You were cool girl, I thought we were so similar
But then it didn’t work so I was left here looking cynical
Sorry about the average and the nouns that don’t belong with it
Never gave a minute to conclude I was alone in this
World that I cherish now
Searching for my whereabouts
Plug it in a GPS and maybe start to care about it
I’m just a rapper, sorry about the confidence
Blowing like a rocket flying in toward metropolis
I guess it’s harder, living in this day and age
When the girls and the crowds only focus on the stage
Where singers straight singin’
The rappers straight rappin’
If a groupie’s just a groupie
You can guess something’s ‘bout to happen
Like a EDM beat drop fresher than a rebox
Treatin’ the bitches in for Adidas
Living in the past, back to high school football
He was gonna make it big, he was where the sky fall
Not James Bond, cause he never got past it
If you wanna hear a story go and listen to a rapper
Cause he might blow up, I hear he got that shit
He’s ‘bout to spit some fucking fire we got a light in this bitch

Now put your hands up
Scream out, you want some more
Tryna make a hundred million than another million more
People hear about that shit and they come knocking at your door
You can guess who’s first in line
It’s that girl from just before

Now put your hands up, scream more
Just made a hundred million, want more
People hear about that shit, they at the door
You can guess who’s first in line
It’s that girl from just before

Now, I guess my fears changed, when I got denied first
Never lost the vision, probably would of rather died first
Always spittin’ words, trying to get a 9/5 verse
People feeling tipsy off the water in the wine curse
Yeah, I guess the booze made a tripper
Thought she was a groupie now she‘s just another slipper
Next to a red cup, she laying on the floor
Said she hit the bottle once, I bet she hit that shit some more

Now put your hands up
Scream out, you want some more
Tryna make a hundred million than another million more
People hear about that shit and they come knocking at your door
You can guess who’s first in line
It’s that girl from just before

Now put your hands up, scream more
Just made a hundred million, want more
People hear about that shit, they at the door
You can guess who’s first in line
It’s that girl from just before