Proxima

3:40 in the morning You can worry bout How to bring more in I'mma focus on what I feel is important Gotta lettem live can't Think for em Why tf y'all so proud To miss out on what matters U could split a atom Quicker than Adam & Eve split But u rather Smother yaself in these taxes And fees For crackers? please Couldn't let that be me I got way too much passion To panic bout a mf Economic status. Matter fact I'm laughing At the fact u thought actually care Like ion spend half my time Outside the atmosphere. 3:40 in the morning You can worry bout how to Bring more in I'mma focus on what I feel is important Gotta lettem live can't Think for em How u stuff enough bud in a blunt For the world to smoke I ain't stutter know u heard me ho Sometimes shit gotta get much Worse first for it ever gets better. She like to look up to the sky And ask God why sometimes It's why we all gotta get High sometimes Body fulla dat uncertainty Never been a spoon feeder My rhyming ain't nursery The universe ain't got no Back up plans for emergency Guess the most high ain't Got that typa common courtesy Either that or errything That is was made perfectly. But idk I'm just writing songs On bourbon street. Stuck in the middle Yeah I said keep it centered But you're running in circles Boxed in, in other words You're outta shape At this time of night The stars look like Light bulbs over here My existence is equivalent To proxima that might Go over heads Best not leave em stifled That'd be a trifling Thing to do Kids put down rifles I'd rather be an item with u Than become an idol If u feel free enough And trust me my nigga I know that shit don't Come with ease but That's what we got The weed for That tree of life Be top shelf Keep up Yo 16th century advice Do not help Stagnant as hell Can't tell ya what happened It's 5 hours past twelve.