Just Love Here

I, I got so much to sayDon't even know how to say itAll this hype, all this noiseI'm readyFirst stop high school rookieNot a single fan writing rhymes playing hookieBack around the time Fred Durst got nookieCouple years before my ass had ever seen pussyYeah, young Sammy with a fantasyFound my mind first time I blew a gram of treeUsed to hate on my brotha cause I didn't seeThat good weed made a shackled man feel freeBut they could never see that, nopeAnd my music seemed weakEmbarrassed to play me tracks embarrassed to be meYeah, stepped up with my levels on the beatsMade a damn anthem for my high school teamBut no features, packed bleachershearing myself blast out of car speakersAnd that's when I started to believe and finally realizedI should let myself succeed (I should let myself succeed)And when I leave stage, and the limelightAnd the groupie girls, when the times rightAnd I fly home back to my lifeWith my fam around me yeah it sounds rightWhen I leave LA with my mind rightOn a couch at home for the whole nightNo drugs here, just love hereJust love hereNext stop tears in my eyesRemembering the person I was so set to disguisePacking up for college no parents at the timeStarting a new chapter of Sammy Adams lifeWrite, and my got betterSpittin everyday new vocabs cleverI Hate College allowed me to enterThe realm of popularity I thought I'd reach neverEver, and loves an endeavorI want my girl to love me but my music wont let herChasing all my dreams while I float like a featherYeah, and my grades going south,But as an intellectual I needed to get out soI visited to see what it was boutAnd being close to Boston it made a better routeThese fake ass promoters stay running their mouthReacting to what they say with a handful of doubt, ouchAnd when I leave stage, and the limelightAnd the groupie girls, when the times rightAnd I fly home back to my lifeWith my fam around me yeah it sounds rightWhen I leave LA with my mind rightOn a couch at home for the whole nightNo drugs here, just love hereJust love hereThird stop, waiting at my gate,This home sick feeling is something I cant shakeBut make no mistake I was born to do thisBorn to make music, boy I'm gon' prove itI can't sleep on the flightWhich isn't helping out cause I can't sleep at nightAnd even with some Ambien a half of bar bites [?]Consumes my damn stomach which continues to be tightYeah, and my dreams will igniteOn hooks while we fightFan base broad, real click slightFocused on point I'm tryin to live rightRight and I'm about to graduateAnd all these agencies know how to aggravate,I wish they would just leave me aloneI just wanna go home, I just wanna go home(but I also want the throne)And when I leave stage, and the limelightAnd the groupie girls, when the times rightAnd I fly home back to my lifeWith my fam around me yeah it sounds rightWhen I leave LA with my mind rightOn a couch at home for the whole nightNo drugs here, just love hereJust love here