Finding Myself Lyrics

Dream chasing got me gone in the wind

These days i keep thanking god for all that he did

Cuz without him intervening I'd be gone in the end

Why the fuck would I leave nick kasey and all of the kids

It's like I had to try to dip to change up part of the script

Cuz I was on some sort of sick crazy alternate trip

That left me sick lazy slippin like the walkway was slick

All cuz this amazing place we gain from loss is a gift

And as I sat behind bars I led a path to being over it

Asked god to make my time hard and glad he noticed him

Fact is I tried hard to grab some kind of goal and didn't

Back down when guys charged reacted like I'm supposed to get it

And it's a trap to try indulging in the pen

These motherfuckers tried to act like these smokers were their friends

Chasin greeting cards that's soaked in shit they hope'll get em sick

I never even seen nobody fiend for dope like little kids

Basically I came to think of all the reasons making me

So sick of all the shit I did to those who always gave to me

A place to be complacent keep me safe and see the way to be

A better man and not consume my days in trying to take a seat

Standing up inside and just demanding what I tried

To get my hands on In my past but couldn't trap cuz in the time

I was so caught up in the past event or action in the mind

And the collapse would have me trapped until he cracked and then he's blind

I been searching for myself since I was able to talk

I still ain't found him but I'm always out here taking a walk

It's still amazing im on stable ground not traced in some chalk

It really makes me proud the way I spout these flames that he talk

And you can steady make your comments on my dramas

Or be upset I'm out here blazing on these tracks and chasin stardom

But the fact is Imma always stay exact the ways he wanna

It's attracting all the aspirating active state he caught up

Got ghost on all that lame shit that used to have me caged in

I'm mostly on some different page as you should be to make ends

Not knowing it's a ruthless scene can flip your simple games been

Thots hope when how you threw the keys to get your room at days inn

Homie I Been having such a beautiful time

I haven't knew this me in way too long the view that he finds

Is that I'm happy with just doin me and true to these rhymes

Is that I'm back to be the dude that eats wack losers that lie

I'm on go til I get off on every blonde hoe with long dough

The strong boner soakin all their furniture and dogs clothes

Seeding all the sweaters in the closet and the bronze robes

Seats and all the leathers in the pink and metal bronco

You can be the loser thinkin dude is really clueless leave him

Leakin like a wound that needs a tourniquet and spewin steam in

Tuned to being true to be the looming beacon brewing beatins

Blew up being brutal bringin boots to be the boost to reach it