LAKE GENEVA ft. LUCAS Lyrics

Something's telling me I ain't that shit

Something's telling me I fucked up big

Something's telling me I hate the pigs

Something's telling me I need some cigs

I don't want no one to own me

I just need me and my homies

No I don't fuck wit the cronies

Them bitches be takin my trophies

Who needs a Benz I got nowhere to go

I don't really post much nothing to show

Search for validity everyone's ghost

I just want honesty fore I go broke

I don't want no one to own me

I just need someone to hold me

Keeping me grounded on both feet

If not I'll get lost while I'm roaming

Not totally broken

Yeah I'm just coasting

My biggest fear is mediocre

I'd rather be last than lost

I cannot reverse the frost

I don't even have a sauce

I answer to a boss

I worry bout the cost

I am an average man that pains me

Walk in a gas station unfazed

I do not worry bout my walks

I do not think before I talk

I go to shows and I'm not watched

Fuck a Rolex I ain't got one watch

Wish on stars for what I want

Got big dreams I should talk to god

Can't pretend that I am not flawed

Hold my hand with a lightning rod

That'll wake me up fore I do my job

I'm so damn bored might join the mob

Don't tell my mom

Cause she might sob

I'm wishing I was smart

So I could fly my ass to mars

Cause for fame I need some bars

Hol' up

I don't want no one to own me

I can't live a life that I'm loaning

Stick to myself never cloning

Looking on back cause their missiles are homing

Like Jim Carrey said, I hope you make it big

and find the problems you running from probably still exist

A Summer home in Geneva probably ain't the fix

But if that's the dream that you gunning for then let's step to this

More money more problems

I don't got no love for me but the brick gonna solve it

They don't view my shit IG but a hit could solve it

I say this shit Scary Close for me, that book I bought it

I say I just need 10 days I think my Chance at profit

Ay na na na na na na na na

I hope Chicago love me city lovely na na

With Chance, it's love I just wanna get

At the fact that everybody round me wants to be the shit

Free the kid, always feelin like he never seem to fit

Wondering if music could help him find what he need to get

Freedom is, painting the ceiling ever he deeming fit

Knowing that his mommy and daddy love it because it's him

Randy P my Lecture kid spill shit that shits whatever,

Please don't yell at your son even if that fuckin shit was leather ay,

Car is just an object, you should love him better

Otherwise he might be stuck chasing that Geneva forever.