[Verse: Musry]
On my own with this
Who's coming with me, I don't really know
Looked up to me, now I know they don't
What's up with me, I could really show you
She said for a west end Leb you seem like a good guy
Truth is you give me one good night
All you'll get is one good bye
Hold it down was once my style, where'd my mind go?
I dunno
Said I'd never try what I'm high on
But I'm just dying for a quiet home
My brain is too big to be caged in a basement
Stuck on my dreams I can't chase a replacement
I guess I'll just face it when my time is wasted, wasted
Past moments of greatness they all feel so ancient, ancient
They tell me be patient but I know that patience
Won't change it
I can't show them patience in place of amazement
Unless I fake it, and I'm not with the fakeness I swear
I could lost in this music like mazes
My life would feel useless if I choose to waste it
f** up to me knees, I'm in up to my waist
I'll eat supper next week if I suffer today
I don't need to fit in to silence these critics
I sleep at night in despite of these crickets
They have strength in digits, like flee's and I'm itchin' to k** 'em
But you take one down and there's always two to fill in
That's real, is there a big enough meal to keep a man like me filled?
To keep a man like me still
It's gunna take a girl cold enough that could make me chill
Make me feel I should pray at each meal
That she doesn't do some that could break my will
But right now I'm closed down
Come with me I could should you how it goes down
Let her know I got calls on hold now
Cuz I don't really wanna hear from that old crowd
Don't wanna feel like my soul sold out
Do this on my own I was never shown how
Anytime I spoke out, I was shown doubt
Respond to loose lips with a closed mouth
Try to go the same way as Kanye but every time I try it just goes south
(Hold up, I'm not done yet, I'm not done)
Don't let you commitment be limited by their a**istance
I swear they'll feel jealous even if it's just for an instant
Don't hate me for sounding too zealous, not one word was written, yeah
I know that I sound so revamped, but I wasn't bitten, uh
When I'm on this mission, trippin', thinkin' 'bout if I'll be in Edmonton
Next winter, frost bitten
Up at 6, pitch dark, still getting it
Roads bad, cars plugged in for the ignition
But I swear that we're all so gifted
And if you made it this far I've got to thank you for listening
Western Genius