A.M. Radio Lyrics

Picture painted, celebration, woo, we made it

Next day after party, over balloons, deflated

No Giveon, but I'm watching the time I'm taking

Got too many needs and I'm just trying to practice patience

Most high gon' spin the block, not focused on retaliation

But rather on affirmations, because I know my luck

This morning I woke up and poured hot chocolate up in my cup

I know most y'all don't give a fuck, but I thought I would bring it up

It's crazy as ever cuz how exactly would I know to do better

If nobody tells me where I go wrong

And they sit and enable the shit like whatever

Or maybe it's good that I just cannot fathom what it's really like to just have it together

Flaws be on point but if practice makes perfect

I never would've bought what Allen was selling

Hid behind the pain, but I do better with transparency

Getting the last laugh is fun, but y'all slowed down hilarity

Seen the way people move these days, and yes it saddens me

Torn between what it could be and learning what it has to be

Me from some years ago didn't really understand

The half of the experience of watching people leave

Not only through growth and life events, but also through tragedies

I knew this day was coming, but it still feels too fast for me

Feels like I was just in Tennessee living worry free

Feels like I was just in the Vu, going three for three

Feels like I always knew the move, no need to contemplate

Feels like a hop and a skip to get to Dewey Johnson Way

But I don't want it to feel out the way

Good morning, good morning

You're now tuning in to Forward Press Radio

And if you're not here, you're nowhere

And you probably don't tip your waiters

They don't like seeing you having motion

They like you more when you without it

So when it comes to bringing up old shit

They like keeping you grounded

A true revelation of knowledge lost in their lives that they couldn't devour

And when don't much improve with them

You see it in their face when they get sour

I could do a couple more things

Such as being active, putting in hours

But I gotta circle back with that mindset

Whenever I feel it's too crowded

Almost put my pen down for good

Cause I felt too much of the doubting

Had nine months to evaluate and see exactly just how I'm a counter

But why give hard labor for a soft maybe

Or maybe I'm just overthinking

Time's our biggest inventory

If you ain't contributing, then end of story

No wasting it, too focused on me to deal with you

Shit, can't let nobody play me like it's useless

Before I do that there

I'll paint my whole fucking crib with a Q-tip

Back on my shit, never slowing up

Even though things feel dystopian

But I'm pushing through like it's the last hour

On the job and right now it's four PM

and the punches, I like to roll with them, so ain't no point in saying

No offense, put me last, you'll feel me first

See you at square one if you tryna hold it in