Aguila Beats - Ways lyrics

[Produced by Aguila Beats] [Verse 1] I ain't got no talent, and I ain't got no vision The only thing that I'm good at, is making bad decisions There's a lotta things that I'm missing, there's a lotta things I'm regretting There's a lotta things that go across my head, there's a lotta things I'm not getting There's a lotta things that I'm not And very few things that I am There's a lotta things that I wanna be, that all come down to 'the man' I ain't got no plans, nah, I just go and respond Take a beating, whole fam eating, take it in and move on I'm on a path, and nothing's really certain but d**h On the final day of breath, you don't get an A or an F Listen, each single soul has his each single goal So maybe Eve's singing soul and Adam is Rock N' Roll Whatever's you're f**in' role, you gotta play the part and shine Maybe shootin' hoops is you, pursuit of happiness is mine I got twentysix thousand two hundred and eighty days So my best bet is tryna find more ways [Hook] (We're finding more ways) Don't worry, there is more, child So many ways, where to go? [Verse 2] On life's path, time pa**, till the climax I'm considering quitting at each bypa** Highway to hell or the runway to the high cla**? Bonafide or Pommery up in a wine gla**? How can my whole damn life business Be arranged in barely five minutes Last year, I couldn't even drive a whip And now I gotta plan until my life's finished? Damn, now why you think we always actin' up? Cause we got no idea where we ending up And these mixed messages you keep sending us We don't get them, we just know we gotta catch the bus You know, pay the fees, get the matching degrees But listen homie, we just teens We can't forsee, how this life gon' be So maybe we're a little too free But aight, that's how it is and that ain't gon' change So I'll just have find my way Should I pick what's gon' get me paid? Should I pick what's gon' get me praised? Should I pick what's gon' get me happy? Should I pick what's gon' get me married? Should I pick what's gon' get me paid? Should I pick what's gon' get me praised? Should I pick what's gon' get me happy? Should I pick what's gon' get me married? Should I pick what's gon' get me paid? Should I pick what's gon' get me praised? Man, I only got a hundred five days So I've gotta me some more ways Okay [Hook] [Verse 3] So many possibilities, someone tell me what's next I got the right to pick, yeah, I know that that make me blessed This a challenge forreal, swear this harder than the test Thought I was bulletproof, now I'm feeling that stress But I, gotta keep on grinding, keep on shining, keep on learning Else I'll never get a taste of the fame I'm yearning That fire of desire must keep burning, I'm at the point of no returning Gotta strengthen up and beat the burden I gotta move the drama, for my momma, for my father, for myself Got the family behind me, but at the end they cannot help They're like the coaches when I'm fighting my opponent for the belt Motivating, till the day, I get it golden for myself I'm always thankful for that handful, but I rarely ever tell But you know that I am, oh man, you know me too well I guess, a hundred and five daaays Momma, help me find my way [Hook]