Childish

These days are strange Cop a couple cans to drop the weight Looking for a flash that can light the way But in my mind I know it's all the same The fame the fortune Try to sell your soul at an auction If I'll do, I'm doing it with caution I swear I got no option, go flex when the watching Guilty conscience tap in, it's a toxin Do I need a stable job to make a million dollars And what's a million dollars and having a bunch of lovers If I have a nice car can I pass the pain The sun might shine, but then comes rain This shit is all the same, this shit is all the same, yeah Call me in two weeks and tell my you're done Messed up your brain, you held on to the sun Burning your face and got smoke in your lungs Look at the struggle, look at the outcome Look at the struggle, look at the outcome I'm sticking to my headphones Head down with the next tone Looking for the next one, it takes long I'm sticking to my headphones Head down with the next tone Looking for the next one, it takes long "Get a job", If you couldn't see I'm working until 9 o'clock That's in the morning when I finish and I stop Asking did I sleep well, I say "I did not" Might go off the deep end, now I wave and nod But 'Imma camp until the sun goes Dreaming forever wide awake, lucid stuff 'Cause everybody looks away when it's getting tough I'm 'bout to make a beat in space, and I do it rough Synthetic drums, I long 'til I get 'em spun Until I realized when I've made 'em I already done Always, always, always in my primetime Not because I'm the best, people are scared to test "Man you're lazy, missing your assignments Oversleeping, man you acting childish" "Man you're crazy, I swear your songs are wild And how do you even manage with the timing?" Man, look at the struggle, look at the outcome Look at the struggle, look at the outcome I'm sticking to my headphones Head down with the next tone Looking for the next one, it takes long I'm sticking to my headphones Head down with the next tone Looking for the next one, it takes long