Finer Days Lyrics

Inspiration plenty, motivation none

But my pockets heavy

2016 I finally settled on my dreams but didn't chase 'em

I was too busy livin' life

"I'll never make it!" That's what I said to myself back in December

You can call me Kanye West

That was my coldest winter

I haven't been the same since then

I go so many people in my circle but fuck them

I'm not sayin' that I hate 'em

I'm just sayin' I can do this rap shit without 'em

John, Nate, and Pseudo

Word to Kuzco because I got that new groove!

I'm old news

I don't need that fast flow for popularity

I just need to write the shit on my mind that's wearin' me

It's kinda like a therapy session

I change mindsets like every single hoe you have sex with

That's word to Sami, you've been on my mind, nevermind

They say love is blind but I got 20/20 vision when it comes to this shit

Don't worry 'bout it Mom, what I'm rappin' is none of your business

I remember sittin' in the front of the bus in 4th grade

M6 all alone at 6 in the morning, starin' out at an empty highway

Joy in full swing, couldn't wait to get to school just to sleep through the whole thing

I remember back of the bus writing comic books

I had that storyline that made your skin shook

Constantly remembering the negative, I'd just write and draw

I like that nobody knew my past the way that I saw

Pickin' apart the pieces of 4th grade year

October 2020, wrote a story and shed tears

I'm reminiscing 'bout the past, lemme get out of here

I'm guessing nowadays all we can do is just say "cheers"

And be forever grateful 'bout the past while focusing on today

Little did I know I'm gonna be right back here anyway

All I gotta do is wait for that time and place

Meanwhile I sit back and still dream of the finer days

Finer days, yeah, finer days

Still daydreaming 'bout the finer days

You know, nowadays I have a habit of getting stuck in the past

Usually its over, you know, a girl, or, you know, past memories from school

Usually what happens is that the memory pops up in my dream

And then I can't stop thinking about it for a week, two weeks; turns into a month

It's like I never get over it