New Year's Interlude Lyrics

Been here for 27 years

I need 27 beers

For all the pain that I endured here

It ain't been easy

But I know that I'll be good here

Tread been wearing thin

Switched out my tires it's a good year

Writing this on New Year's Eve

'24 tested what I believe

Always keep it in the safe

Can't wear my heart on my sleeve

Everybody said they riding til you fall

Autumn leaves

Life gets heavy

Then they gone with the breeze

I been doing it dolo

So it's coming with ease

Couple people I want around

Ain't a soul that I need

I promise you that

All hits no misses I'm 1000 at bat

Move solo, y'all pied pipers

Whole crew full of rats

Friends old white men

I like talking to racks

I like it even more that they don't really talk back

Antisocial extrovert

I can tell that y'all whack

But that's besides the point

Let me get back on track

I'm a complex soul

They struggle tryna decipher

They make up narratives in hope

my intrigue expires

Not realizing they adding fuel to the fire

Everyone wanna meet who's the guy to blame

Then we come into contact

Stories not the same

Lies wasn't hitting the way that they thought they would

All I do is speak and people know that I'm good

I ain't perfect but I'm honest

Fuck the humble time to flaunt it

If they ever hated, bout to make 'em lose they stomachs

I got a feeling in my gut

That this my year to erupt

So before we get to that

Gotta tell you bout where I was

All the things that led to this

Got me thanking the man above

Couple times they coulda had my name tatted with doves

Like the time my axel broke

I ain't talking bout guns and roses

The time I fell asleep

Woke up saved by bumps on the shoulder

The time when I was younger

Car almost had ran me over

All of the parties where they let it off of the holster

Been through hella ups and downs

Made me hate roller coasters

Tell you all my stories through song if you listen closely

All I spit is facts I know that they lying mostly

I was too real that's why lil shawty had to ghost me

Tried to spin the block

She must be used to the old me

Send a triple double text

I promise I'm not joking

Know I can't respond

I been balling out like I'm Jokic

Most underrated they finally start to notice

7th man of the year

But that don't get you no trophies

Had to elevate

And shift myself into focus

Never whipped a ford

But my pockets blue like I'm locing

Mr. Make It Happen

Y'all Mr. Sit Round Here Moping

Bout what you coulda bid

Or what you shoulda did

I took my L's in stride

Made sure I didn't repeat again

Learned from my mistakes

That shit taught me how to live

I feel like this here gone bring a plaque back to the crib