Peace of Mind ft. PALMS Lyrics

I speak of progress, you speak of practice

Same reactions life is just one big old apparatus

Different days but I'm sticking to my steady habits

She been floating away like a stack of napkins

Next question

What's she coming for

Red bottoms on the carpet got a bloody floor

Long nights, headphones, I've been bumping Cudi more

What's in store

For the people struggling for luxury

How you always feasting when you can't afford no cutlery

I should be so knocked the way I'm getting damage done to me

Listening to hate I ain't gon' lie that shit gets under me

Gets under my skin

Never taking L's just making music that's a big win

Devil on my shoulder staying for good

Never listen but some times I'm thinking maybe I should

Been a fan of the range since '08 with the woods

Grass is greener when your inner circle misunderstood

I speak of fortune, you speak contorted

Different lines on a different morning

I had to snort it

Different timing and different mileage I'm coming for it

Paint the block because I'm gunning for it

Tables turning and bridges burning it's all the same

Never understood the failed attempts to go and cheat the game

Cuz you can't skip on this shit

I listen for kicks

I Promise that I'll never fade away in this bitch

I'm talking

About this shit like I walk it

I Keep it going no stop it

You call it talking so crazy

I call it We The God's-in

And they seem so obnoxious

But this I understand

Never been a man to walk away from what he having planned

But I don't really what's going on

And although I know it seem like it

I dream away all of my deepest vices

And sneak away when it's the least enticing

I wanna make it to the top but is that even likely

Half a million times I thought I said Kudos

Was it the lies that blinded eyes two-fold

I don't really want your money less it's all that you know

She wasted all my dreams then she found a loophole

I'm drinking from the bottle you drink water fountain

Faces all around me like that famous mountain

Had my vision blurry GPS rerouted

Friends think they famous when they barely clouted

Nah but that can't happen

It was tragic when they up and left

Gave myself to drugs let the music take the fucking rest

Always stressed

Looked up at the ceiling it's a money vent

Nothing less

I just wanna realize the shit I had in the past

Times hard to grasp when that shit is all you have

Louis in the store what's a dime without a bag

Know it's all a simulation hope it doesn't lag

I got a bad bitch check me the score

I never settle no more

I only medal in millennium force

I'm pushing pedal on the yellowest warn

We drink in the morn

I Got the homies popping we just laying the floor

I got a drink in my hand, that baby brown like Amaretto

Don't stop your thoughts for a second you going puppet like Geppetto

Might whip that bitch through the ghetto

I push the digits never switching the memo

I'm talking straight off my mental

Everybody want a piece of the pie

And everybody want a piece of what's mine

Maybe someone want a piece of your time

While I'm just trying to find

That little something called a piece of my mind