...wishful thinking

[Hook]
If there’s one thing that I know
I’ve been blind to all my friends
Everywhere I ever go
I keep trying to defend

Something I don’t wish to
Me growing out of this is simply wishful
Thinking ain’t no issue
When I’m in the streets, I dry my eyes and look official
Loud by the fistful

[Verse 1]
This cool kid right here is no joke
This cool kid type professor woke, uh
Hoe, I’m still on the block in my burgundy coat
With a blindfold on I’ll still serve any foe
With my mind gone I still be superb with a flow
Still a python, right on
I’m on another level, bitch, I revel in the underground
I need no medals or metals to make me fucking proud
Give me an instrumental and a pencil, watch me buckle down
Then I’ll present with you with my mental, I’m not fucking ‘round

If there’s one thing that I know
I’ve been blind to all my friends
Everywhere I ever go
I keep trying to defend

Something I don’t wish to
Me growing out of this is simply wishful
Thinking ain’t no issue
When I’m in the streets, I dry my eyes and look official
Loud by the fistful

[Verse 2]
I’m sick of crying about my life
I know where I should go
To end this cycle, I must try
A different road

And I know that it sounds simple (yeah)
But progress is incremental

Guess I’m still the same face
Still the same everything every damn day
Stuck in a loop I can’t break
I keep running in circles
These rings ‘round my eyes keep on getting more purple
I stay on my back like a turtle
But this apathy’s hurtful
I must grab onto happiness like I actually deserve to experience more than this poorly written act
Crawling out of bed and then dreaming of getting back