Right now

Got this joint
Ready to go
Right now right now
Couple feet below
Pack my feelings in this pipe
Right now right now
Quarter bag smoked
Back to being broke
Scrapin up the flakes to last me
Till the morn
Only feel so good about
The numbers
For a second
Then its over
Time to move right on
No closure
To the next one
The next song
Ya dead wrong
I won't fall
If i do
Ill be screamingmy all
I take the certain steps
Every day
That i can
Dont got a five year plan
Just ideas and a pen
Laptop and a mic to record them

Its time to buckle down
Sulking in this locked room
Fading slowly
In these sheets
Buried in my dreams
Fake realities
Cliques and gossiping
Graduated high school
But theres no escape
Every step you make
Could be the last one
You ever take

Got a couple issues
I need too much time
To explain
Bothered by another
Shitty artist
Gaining all the fame
Call me bitter
All you want
Im in it
For all different reasons
See right through the
Fucking
Bullshit
Music ain't no business
Its not about the image
Or is it

What do i need to do
To take the next step
To break on through right now
How many lines can i write before
They find me out
How many of you
Gotta lie about yourselfs
To make it now

Its time to buckle down
Sulking in this locked room
Fading slowly
In these sheets
Buried in my dreams
Fake realities
Cliques and gossiping
Graduated high school
But theres no escape
Every step you make
Could be the last
You ever take