Sunshine

Prepping for cold summers The contradiction 'tween the phases slaughter bits of slumber Been wondered, how niggas rage for days My mental fried, hit Sunnyside to skate The feelings wandered Just for the moment, stress been lately conjured From overdrafts to pinning drafts i couldn't seem to corner Never out my bag, just more distracted from genetic karma Coughing up a lung or two to keep me calmer It's a current way to spell out how i'm acting like I'm Keke Palmer Forced myself to hangars like Saddam, the marijuana parlor A pit of quicksand in the path of checkered flags And sluggers barking, trying to steal a base From pictures stalking My range of motion, spread between the plate and dirt Evenly, was deemed to be like beady beads Can't brush me off When I divert to totting verbs, it graze your lobes Reveal my worth, the thought absurd As far as matching up with my patience, nigga the stillness serve The overnight shit to the pearly gates, I kept an urn Right beside the foot of my mattress, strictly for my concern Discerning how to grade attention greater, from the lessons learned Keep my circle running from the lines I drew Equate or turn Swear the sun been shining on my face, too much These summer days won't let up, sleeping too much Ain't in the cards Blame the 9 to 5 and lunar thoughts The plans to focus on the self left on a trip abroad Swear the sun been shining on my face, too much These summer days won't let up, sleeping too much Ain't in the cards Blame the 9 to 5 and lunar thoughts The plans to focus on the self left on a trip abroad Shit, I need a vacation Sinking under mortgages exhausting, been waiting To get a leg up on the vast amount of payments Empathize with mama more I'm, aging My situation been hard to manage like stick shifts Slipping Under weights of mortgages, the mission Is merely predicated on detonating the interest That keeps on piling up after the fifth, shit Been overworked and underpaid Ain't got a check that I could use to cast the stress astray Can't sail away, I need commission, talk is cheap these days Been oscillating on a different trend, my stock exchanged Straight through the stanzas, every mark allow the thought to fade Behind my frontal lobe, decaying shit stuck on display 150 micro-grams between my lips on sunny days My head been heavy, brain been skillet bound Ego decaying No time for playing, moms my compass Got me praying Understand that shit is bound to come together, compilations Been embracing complications taxing, lately stuck debating In between fumbling hope and keeping faith No reservations It's why I'm feeling like I need a vacation Sinking under mortgages exhausting, been waiting To get a leg up on the vast amount of payments Empathize with mama more I'm aging Swear the sun been shining on my face, too much These summer days won't let up, sleeping too much Ain't in the cards Blame the 9 to 5 and lunar thoughts The plans to focus on the self left on a trip abroad Swear the sun been shining on my face, too much These summer days won't let up, sleeping too much Ain't in the cards Blame the 9 to 5 and lunar thoughts The plans to focus on the self left on a trip abroad