Yeah, open my eyes. What the fuck do I see? I see the world lacks time and I don't need
no clock for this way. That's the wrong song. Shit. The world got confusing for a bit and
still I don't get it. Everybody wants to see a whole lot of met you at this party. Listen
to me spit like I'm a rapper. Like I got boss for days and go change. Like I live up in
a mansion, no apartment out in Los Feliz. Still I pay my rent. Mama still be calling.
I got all I want. It ain't impress my heart. Bethany just blocked me. I ain't even read
the tweets. My dad ain't pay his phone. So I ain't heard from him in weeks. Got used
to niggas looking at my shit. Like, boy, you weak because I'm still Michael Lindsay still
come from Warren Street. Mama said, don't go to Copeland. They got niggas in the street.
They don't care if you 11, nearly 12 up in your cheek at 13. I was writing whole tracks
with no beats at 14. I was writing on them blackberry keys at 15. I was doing open mics
all free at 16. I recorded in the basement up at keys at 17. I was rocking with Monroe
trying to eat at 18. I'm a good one. Tim off the OG at 19. Drop is a certain now shit different
at 20 years old. I pop the vision. That's gonna stop the bitch and got a lot of love.
Don't got a lot of wishes. All I want is glory in the grip of my little mama living. If you
got a story, tell it and they gotta listen. Where you been? Where you been? Where you
gone? Where you gone? Where you been? Where you been? Where you gone? Where you gone?
Where you been? Where you been? Where you gone? Where you gone? Where you been? Where
you been? Where you gone? Where you gone? Don't be so emotional. Just staring at this
open road. Two seconds. I turned off my phone and just ride for a minute. Let all the bullshit
slide for a minute. They told me that the sky is a limit. They told me that the sky is a limit.
The sky is a limit. They told me that the sky is a limit. They told me that the sky is a limit.
Yeah. Elevated my vision and threw out my indecision. I'm busting like jism. This mental
prism is prison. I've risen out of this shit. Made a million out of spit. If you feeling inadequate
and mad a bit like when Anakin had a fit to keep it going. Knowing it could be nothing while
society bluffing, lying and nothing. We keep it moving over and over. We proving the realest,
illest, and chillest. Rocket your chillest like what the fuck? It's mathematical. Never had a clue.
What would you rather do? Serving customers with attitudes of flying private. Why the pilot only
focused on attitude? Just cause he got it. That don't mean you should be mad at you. Do what you
want in this life. Do what you rather do. Never get caught in the middle. Belittled and feeling
little fool. Just do you. Where you been? Where you gone? Where you gone? Where you been? Where
you been? Where you gone? Where you gone? Where you been? Where you been? Where you gone? Where
you been? Where you gone? Where you gone? Don't be so emotional. Just staring at this open road.
Two seconds I turn off my phone. Just ride for a minute. Let all the bullshit slide for a minute.
They told me that the sky is the limit. They told me that the sky is the limit. The sky is the limit.
They told me that the sky is the limit. They told me that the sky is the limit.
