[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