Pushin’ On

Intro:
Ay
Fefe on the track boy

[Verse 1:]
Sunday morning and I wake up with my eyes pouring
Take a toke blow the smoke and watch my high soaring
Catch a glimpse in the mirror see Cinderella snoring
Sleeping there all picturesque like a da vinci drawing
The shattered tablets in my heart beginnin' to reformin
The hidden city of a soul is what I am explorin'
Not really sure of what this grass is implorin'
But my heartbeat restarts soon as she’s yawnin'

{Chorus:}
Pushin’ on, baby, just keep pushin’ on
Can’t you see?
We’re pushin’ on, baby, just keep pushin’ on

{Verse 2:}
Ay, Ay, she’s my golden lady even though she drives me crazy
Take a hit at the blunt my mind starts feelin’ hazy
Yeh it took me a while but promise I am not bein' lazy
But, maybe baby a crazy lady can leave me jaded
I swim with full force even if my brain is faded
Sure I got a couple of fans promise you I never made it
Take a look to the past, admire what I created
I know they hate it when my ego inflated, elated
But the fact they rated every single tune I made it’s
Silly how a little hatred makes a strip in my soul, naked
Can make such a beautiful paintin' got no time to be wasted
Now that my path is strin I’ll keep

{Chorus:}
Pushin’ on, baby, just keep pushin’ on
Can’t you see?
We’re pushin’ on, baby, just keep pushin’ on

{Skit:}
You have reached the voicemail box of
Joel leave a message
Hey Joel I know you haven’t heard from me in a while
But I heard one of your songs on the radio
And I thought I’d just drop you a call
Call me back when you can, okay?
Bye

[Verse 3:]
I’d be lyin’ if I said we hadn’t been here before
Never in a war always leaving [?]
Passion too hot to ignore
Warming us straight to the core
So I implore you don’t ignore my texts when it comes through at 4
In the morning 'cause I am softly mourning
The loss of love without warning
Even though I am falling
You’re not calling it’s appalling
I should just stop recordin’
And just … fuck
I know it’s hard to admit that I truly gave a shit
And I know it’s hard to submit to your outrageous wit
It’s clear your love was counterfeit a little hypocrite
And yes I am out of it and throwing a fit but it’s got to permit
An outfit to change the pilot in my cockpit
Wow, goddamn, she’s so hot, fit
Truly god’s gift, anyway, I should stop this
Before it gets too toxic