Kyle Lucas - Dead Flowers lyrics

Sittin' on a park bench one day I'm tryna take advantage of this sunny Sunday Instead of that norm video game gunplay They tryna reflect and bring reality, some say Often driftin', the thought is often missed They're a**umed that my target is aimed at the wallet Aimed at those dollars, flow gettin' polished I'm doper every minute, think i cornered my market Fans go and talk like i gave up on 'em I guess my last mixtape it ain't enough for 'em If i drop another one, in a month, they're over 'em They don't know my grandma just pa**ed and i'm mournin' They want that new freestyle next mornin' Some more free MP3s or the next MC They'll be knockin' down his door And the distant thought of me was just a dream They're asleep, still snorin' Phone keeps ringin', i just keep ignorin' Everybody's callin', scared cause my morbid Thoughts keep formin', i need to escape So i try to ventilate, now i'm rollin' down Moreland I feel lost and then it starts pourin' Tears start pourin' My face starts stormin' I hope she's lookin' down watchin' me now See i just wanna make her proud Come on... (x5) Me and everything around me Is unstable like Chernobyl Ready to blow at any minute Dizzy off the SoCo Substance abuse and the substance i use It gives a different point of view I'm lookin' for that substitute And all that stuff I've put you through It still haunts me, i'm pawnin' No cop-out, i bought it This heartbreak has been overrated i don't want it So instead i wrote a song about it then i pawned it Besides my depression Music is the only consistent thing in my life worth mentionin' Everything else is just a section, a fragment So rappin' is really how my wires stay connected But my buzz wasn't big for that freshman In retrospect, the whole cover was a blessin' It pushed my pen harder, minused all the tension And now my band's signed by a legend I'm tryna teach these kids that dreams do come true I was like you, just a skinny kid, confused Every path i took met with a roadblock Almost like i'm livin' in a real life soap opera Then i'm f**ed and the pills got worse And they hung onto my words See, i rap for those kids in that basement somewhere Who rhyme, really cause their statement's unclear I got you... Come on... (x5)