Rashaad Wilson - 11PM in Getty Square lyrics

[Intro] Mic check Yao. Gotta stand up for this one [Hook 1] Freezing cold in Getty Square, apartment heated by an oven I'm focused on getting there, either by skating or running People give me plenty stares, they probably hating or something Making a**umptions [Verse 1] Skating past Ashburton, down away to Palisades Friends are miles away, so I'm drinking down the pain With these holy drops of soda pop, I may just drown today Red and orange socks with those reeboks that I just found in gray Dust covered boxes, a couple sizes larger Than what I be rocking, probably my fathers But I need options, of shoes to wear and walk in That ain't my flip flops and, I guess that this was it I would walk through the hallways thinking I was so legit Just because I was a kid who could spit, over his Own instrumentals, tryna split your mental, with my flow and wrist Holding pencils and the pens that bled through what I wrote and did Yet there's always rude dudes who started roasting him No chill, this worlds a grill, now I'm all bold and crisp When there's an L then there's a way that I'd be holding it But I got peeps around me here to soften up the blow and its Word to my best friends, who stay holding Me down with support in this war of sodium rain storming Sorry that I'm such a great dork on a skateboard I hope that y'all don't get too much hate for it [Hook 2] Freezing cold in Getty Square, apartment heated by an oven/ I'm focused on getting there, either by skating or running/ People give me plenty stares, they probably hating or something I'd rather be anywhere, than in this mind state with combustion [Verse 2] Of my hopes and dreams oh so serene, feel like Williams Traveling to Venus, I believe this equilibrium Just happened to be from me taking my leave From reality, grabbing my visions out me and stealing them Concealing and imprisoned them, for being myself I'd sacrifice anything for that freedom even my health Or lack there of, microphone in bare knuck- Les, take your world back reso homie what you scared of? Reso running reckless on this track meet Six feet under exactly is where the dreams of this brat be Living pretty crappy in the past see but rapping Would always keep me happy preventing me from snapping People commenting me that they bumping and they blasting Because they feel the way I do, they know how I felt Why hell, if Azlyn 2s on thy shelf I guess I have a purpose and it's worth all this survival [Hook 3] Freezing cold in Getty Square, apartment heated by an oven I'm focused on getting there, either by skating or running People give me plenty stares, they probably hating or something But my fates around the corner we don't live this way for nothin [Verse 3] They said I could never do it, but look at me They said I could never do it with the rapping Blueprints of my dream, so serene Only instructions were pursue it, then be happy As you can see, I followed all of those rules exactly I holler at you to track me until I'm greater than Gatsby Tell them haters "come at me" because when I'm up there batting I'll never miss when I swing, I'll be balling, lyrical athlete No more [Hook 3] Freezing cold in Getty Square, apartment heated by an oven I'm focused on getting there, either by skating or running People give me plenty stares, they probably hating or something But my fates around the corner we don't live this way for nothin ~Act III: Home~ That's enough reality for one day. And back to sleep we go [Outro] Azlyn II is here, had to make you fellas wait No reality today, my world took all that hell away I don't care if I sell a million or simply sell a crate But, I took dreams and made them memories, for that we'll celebrate