Straight Fye (feat. John’s Corpse)

Things are vivid these days, I wasn't used to the change I'm bout to graduate and make my way through all of this haze People looking the same, they're fading out and it's strange I got a bag to make and make my claim, won't leave it the same Music has been on my mind at school, I'm taking my time, the grind its cool Don't even go out, I'm making these moves Always gonna show out, never will lose What do I do? I go to the stu, sit in the stool, Making some tunes I liked it better when I first knew, the music is something that I wanna do We always living it right, I'm always tripping at night We're making hits when we high, this life a vibe and it's nice Bring out the mic and I shine, realize it's all in my sight The possibility of making green from spitting this fye All these rainy days, it all just feels the same The changes kill me slowly, nothing ever goes my way Sitting in this pain, it doesn't go away It's getting way more quiet, but that's just what I gotta face This is my life, I wanna control my life This is an AP battle, I take my demons down with my pride Coming when the time's right, don't wanna take a hit, we'll pass the split Cause I think I might, it's like I'm in a lab, might a time stop Up, up and away, here we go, I ain't waiting anymore I'm just turning off my phone, cause I don't need it anymore Grab the bong, I like to smoke, you know me, I wanna get stoned People say they're there, but I still feel alone