Scratching the Surface Lyrics

You in the head of a young king

My trainers worn out from trying to run things

I mean you never really know with this life

You never know the places I could go with the mic

Man, the doors that could open, the chances that come

And lately niggas waking up, I think I've begun to finally

Turn heads and raise eyebrows

I got these other suckas building hype now

But I refuse to let ’em all in, it’s tricky when it's personal

But I’ll let them scratch the surface though

In life, we only really live for moments like this

I’m thinking bout the past as I lay the acoustics

Yo I’m thinking bout my football every shot I ever missed

And every goal I ever scored and every tackle and assist

I reminisce bout every single girl I ever kissed

And every girl I didn't, one too many on the list

But it's all good vibes see I don't roll with pessimists

Oh you say I'm whack? Please don't be ridiculous

Oh you say I'm whack? Please don't be ridiculous

The same niggas that were cold, wanna come and chill with us

The same ones who didn't want nothing to do with us

Acting like they cool with us, well ain't that crazy though?

But it's okay see we ain’t petty we ain’t babies no

In life you realise sometimes you let it go

From recording with a phone mic to the one of my laptop

Always tryna find a way to make it sound better

Steady stocking up on the equipment in the studio

From the dynamic, we record with a condenser

Hey! Looking back, man we've come a long way

I rep B-Town; got love for Lilongwe

Feel my heart and soul and mind in every line

Now I’m getting recognition screaming it's about time

And I been getting attention from different dimes

The gold-diggers just want me to make ‘em mine

But I got real fans too so don't you ever think to doubt ‘em

Got my songs stored up, I guess you say I cloud ‘em

Ha! Let that sink in like it's knocking

I know what you prolly thinking bout my noggin

I ain’t crazy, I'm wavy from the ocean I've been tossed in

And when I rap it's ill and deadly; got you coughin'

I remember when I was a little boy, I'd do

Anything to take me back to the days

I was a handful, you can ask Malvin or Atu

But now they see me say my nigga you've aged

Moving on, new chapter, different page

I'm working way too hard, as if a nigga was paid

I’m putting in the hours, Will they appreciate?

I don't know cause it seems that they feel the need to hate

And that's life, who ever really knows just where the time goes?

Who got the answers to all the questions that I've posed?

Every man wanna know just what his purpose is

But for now, we'll just keep on scratching surfaces

Who ever really knows just where the time goes?

Who got the answers to all the questions that I've posed?

Every man wanna know just what his purpose is

But for now, we'll just keep on scratching surfaces

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