2am in Bogart Hall ft. Soup Beats Lyrics

Not a city boy, don't hit me boy, it's not too hard to see I'm different boy, you see we ain't the same

I ain't typical, physical smaller, little bit taller than predecessors, I'm telling you

boy, we ain't the same

Grew up with Cole and Kenny, a generation ahead of me, letting me take the best of them

into me while I add my pain

Again and again

Again and again

Again and again

Not a trace of authenticity, is this what they wanted?

I'm livid, I'm living a hundred

Seeing visions of ghosts I've been hunting, is this what I wanted?

What is to gain?

Bars for my bars is raising, everyone listen first time, honestly that's my worst, I'm wishing

I could get rid of my shame,

If I shout it with my chest I know the past will go, I'm not

Attached to those who want to hate me but I'm stuck with the blame

Again and again

Again and again

Again and again

Again and again

Busy busy, all my braggadocio been sticking with me, wish I had the ego I portray, now

I'm living with envy

Whipped in a frenzy, gotta smile and laugh but the compliments empty

Stocking my shelves with the baggage they can't see, dragging my bare feet,

Artistry's something I thought that I had, reinforced by all my past, his beats were bored, it's all my bad

When can I alter my plans, it's hard enough for me to change

Again and again

Again and again

Again and again

Again and again

Again and again

Again and again

Tell you grow up in your own time, then they water you straight through the roof

I tried to tie me down with formal bullshit that I didn't suit

They get so damn pressed when you say you gon' go a different route

Again and again, I hear them shouting at me not to do so

Stop monotonous raccous shit, all packed in these cracks in these walls, funneled but we stacking it tall

We trying to escape, I ain't face it all but I'm what remains

Cause we all hit these forks in the road but I found a new plate, I'm different

I never get complacent, placing comp beside me dangerous

All these calls from people I don't give a shit about, I'm wasted

False responsibility, I respond feeling silly me

That's the good in me trying to appease cause they want roof for me

That's enough of proof for me

Support is really not my weak side

At least I'm pursuing shit I want to in my free time

I seek mine but weak minds been telling me I've been wrong

So I just peddle on ideals until they leave me, I've been gone