Sylvan LaCue - May 10th, 2012 lyrics

[Verse 1] Thursday morning tripping like what the f** am I missing Got boxes across the room my girl is calling constant My mamma speaking nonsense like you should just let your father hold your car until he comes back Can't fade, stressed out All along saw this sh** coming like fortune tellers eviction notices served Every time I told my father felt like it got on his nerves like Don't trip, promise I got it under control, I got some money coming You know, typical bullsh** Ka**andra's wondering if my phone is missing or tripping 12 missed calls Don't wanna talk or bother to listen hold emotions in Focusing on a proper position I just got fired from work and my tape ain't doing the digits, f** Chance The Rapper dropped 10 Day & did twice my sh** My jealousy has been enraged gotta fight that sh** A struggle rapper trying to find a way But gotta pack his bags before its 12 and cops'll come invade what you doing QuESt 21 and f**ing up you bout to push it back to mommas n***a what the f** is up Rap ain't doing quite the numbers that you once was throwing up You made mistakes that cost you dearly clearly you ain't know enough Christopher Martin inside the speakers racing with time Father asking whats wrong, n***a f** is you blind? You don't see the disappointment you ignoring the signs How you broke another promise for the millionth time A year ago was on my own, had a new apartment working two jobs independent grinding, you was locked up Provided you a place to stay a total lack of privacy Bit my tongue out of love and never told what was inside of me I left that, we got a place you told me that I got you Just work on music let me pay the bills Let me try to be the father that I couldn't be Gave you a chance, fast forward 6 months and we doing the same dance Staring at me with the eyes of a broken soul in his 50's Tears streaming down on your cheek Hugging me closely like son just give me a week and we'll be back on our feet The taste of the defeat, denial in its highest of peak Faking a smile to keep a distant composure gave em my keys and walked away knowing that the damage ain't over My girl pulled up in her Scion, helped me put my sh** in the trunk Hugged and kissed me right on the cheek as I hopped in the front [Interlude] Ka**andra: Okay, you got everything? QuESt: Yeah, I uh, I got everything Ka**andra: Listen, its bad right now but it will all be fine And if you need anything, just let me, and it will All be okay. I Promise [Verse 2] Messages on my phone from my mother like hurry got work tomorrow and please don't waken your brother my lord I thought I got away from all of this ran away from my issues I need a f**ing psychologist man Everything is moving backwards, a cycle full of failures Reenacted My girl driving trying to tell me this is for the best just relax if you need some space I can scoop you anytime such a good girl I wonder how I got her in the first place keep me calm through these earthquakes swear I can feel the earth shake Its 1AM and I'm regretting every life decision, wishing I could go back and follow my intuition And stop talking at the times when I should have just listened Maybe then I wouldn't be in this fatal position Slightly religious probably should have been a better christian Looking for answers and feeling like I already missed em And I ain't trying to go back, ugh But I gotta go back, ugh sh**s never would it should be even f**ed up mamma cutting no slack ugh So many years on my own I struggled and fought it did the opposite of easy made simple movements retarded Life did a 360, past has departed I swear you know its real when you end up back where you started [Outro] Ka**andra: Text me as soon as you get inside. Ok QuESt: I will, I'll hit you up and let you what's going on Ka**andra: Alright QuESt; I love you Ka**andra: I love you too