[Intro]
Stargazing
Why do I even know my hearts racing
South beach right around art basel
Wonder when things gone start changing
I need Obama back
I feel like I need a trauma pack
For my psyche I might need a hollow tip
Shorty calling I might need to call her back
I see all of your a** holding the same thing
[Verse 1]
What is life for a n***a like me?
Everybody wanna be the friend that I want
But nobody wanna be the friend that I need
Everybody tryna see end of my piece
But ain't nobody tryna see the end of my peace
Maybe fake sh** was the lesson I need
Maybe tryna face sh** was a better idea (maybe not)
But I don't know
Whole world made a n***a monotone
And wanna judge me off the cover I'm a novel so I just deal with it
Next week I might feel different
Talk sh** might be real friction
Been that way for a lil minute so..
[Hook]
What imma do
Blood on my shoes
Blood on my blood
Blood in the booth
Blood in my cup
Blood in my roots
Blood in my love
Blood in my fruits
[Verse 2]
Too much of anything is dangerous
Two cups of henny please to pain with us
New trust can never ease the pain brother
New love don't ever feel the same does it-
Damn
I don't f** with a lot of people I grew up with
I was on the grind they was on some dumb sh**
I was on the dime they was on some dumb sh**
I don't wanna rhyme when I'm off the substance
I just wanna find something I can f** with
I just want a sign that I'm not up on my mind
Cause I'm all about my grind
I can't watch the sunset
People tryna sleep on me
It feel like
I'm living in a prison in real life
I think about ending it still might
A little percent of me see the b**h in your energy
And a little percent of me feel like
There ain't no karma
So why I'm so amazed
When it ain't no honor
Cold but I feel the same boy I ain't no father