FiGURE iT OUT

Tell her hold my head for me While I make this song cry (What you say now Chuck?) Can you hold my head for me While I make this song cry? While I make this song cry Gone head, baby, gone head Every day’s a clone of Taylor Bennet’s brother It’s another Chance To do my dance To fill my pants With these blue faces like the gross sisters Tryna make my family proud I was down to pennies Started acting Folks deserved and Oscar Disney channel Coroners drawing outlines around bodies And we watch them Puffing green, hope the Irish Spring Reach my memories and get a chance to wash If that don’t work Then get the Dr. Bronners I bare the brunt and let the blunt to the honors for me I was made to move the needle like a vein was slipping Put my blood sweat and my intuition Into this little wish That turned into a mission then into a missile Shooting for the stars On this comet til I find a planet to crash into Tapping into that feeling No I don’t do dental Tapping into that 4-door sedan coupe All black, dawg, naw it ain’t a rental Tapping in on these instrumentals When I get sentimental Tapping in cause I see the potential My growth is exponential Tapping in cause this body’s a rental The eyes deceive I train my spirit to sense you Just a little sense for the senseless I hope my blessings come in relentless cause I know We all just tryna figure it out Life is mathematics, and I feel bad at adding Cause Cuh-cuh-cuh I just can’t figure it out Subtract my bad habits some days think I’m an addict I-I-I-I Can’t figure it out Late nights feel asthmatic, I’m breathing through all the madness Til I-I-I-I figure it out I’ll figure it out, hey I used to question all my blessings like Why do I get them? (This for me?) All of these thoughts and these feelings Like damn Why do I feel them? (This from me?) On the grind people posting pics overseas I’m like Why am I chilling? (Damn) Seeing bros getting fly pushing P’s Of the weed and the pills I’m like Why ain’t I dealing? Been making beats 15 years Shame looking at me like Why ain’t I Dilla? Gas tank on Eazy-E Looking at me like Why don’t I fill up? Life ain’t a movie It’s a album I want to look back like damn I ain’t got no skips or no fillers Just me All RAW No filter, uh We all just tryna figure it out Life is mathematics, you ever feel bad at adding? Cuh-cuh-cuh-cuh-cuh I just can’t figure it out Subtract my bad habits some days think I’m an addict When I I can’t figure it out I can’t figure it out That shit like calculus, damn near Hell yeah, you ever took calculus? Damn near that’s how this life shit is, bro You just gotta figure it out