AT WHAT COST?

Blow out the candle You making a wish I keep on driving don't ask for forgiveness I don't get caught up in all of that shit Head underwater you sinking I'm dripping One shot no provision Headlights in the distance Swerve off like we did it Always trying to fit an image Cook beats with precision inside kitchen You can see fear in my eyes when I look at my families foundation sifting Kook in the water I see my reflection Am I a god or a villain I just be losing control of myself This music control how I'm feeling And I don't have hate in my heart just a little regret and some shit I can deal with U look up high to the stars Wonder where I'm going to go in the instance You don't be praying to God But they be praying all on my existence And you be talking a lot Pay attention yeah you better listen Steady been stirring the pot Mixing this music with my inner spirit Five o clock right on the dot Fading away as draw I up the vision She say it's me or these beats I said is there an easier decision You don't know how I compete Free all the children from the supervision Let them explore and be free The futures a head on collision Bring back religion Bring back the love in the world when we didn't have electrician Bring back that feeling of innocence when we was just children It's a shame to watch people throw they life away Head been stuck on a long vacation House vacant Bad doctor I keep running out of patience Tripping over the same shoelaces There's not enough time in the day for me to spin faces Then write a couple raps And sample hot right from the wax Got a lot up on my hands but yet I stay gracious Walking with the devil on my back If I said it, it's a fact Plate full I'm not hungry I just want to smoke Bad attitude in the morning I don't want to go Momma yelling at me over the phone She can't hear me cause these 808s is shaking the globe Studied that Pharrell bounce Praise the 4 start count Stop acting like Odell Beckham junior you don't know the route We got purple activist I thought it was a drought Teachers always gave me shit because I would always slouch Had to put the battery in my back all on my own You can have a roof over your head and still ain't have a home Searching for my spirit digging through the catacombs I never had a problem with being alone Spent most my childhood in my room listening to these songs Until it paid off Inhale too much I got a bad cough Running from my problems wipe the fear off with a clothe I'm heading towards the light like a moth Hot bitches blowing on me like broth Sip me like froth I'm telling the whole story nothing but troth Mix these instrumentals with a little bit of sauce At what cost