Lyrics: Idris Jones
Music: Yassir Ibrahim/Robert Spanton
I feel like, these days I’m having trouble just hacking the session
Gotta disassociate myself from certain people, I aint got the patience, they just lacking progression
But I don’t hold nothing against them
I’m still, gaining momentum
She add me to her close friends to grab my attention
And if I’m off the grid for half the night and I pull up at 4am, she just hit me back with that one word text, that passive aggression
Make it make sense to me
Keep to myself, but they’re watching me attentively
Been a couple weeks of madness, if I aired you then I did that shit intentionally
Spent a lot time with toxic people, I can’t even lie I might have even picked up certain tendencies
So generally, I’m apprehensive, but I find it kind of crazy our visions align symmetrically
I guess we all succumb to the pressure, but I can’t afford to fall into complacency
This year I said I’m aiming high, but still find myself at times, flicking through aimlessly
It’s like I can’t, hack the addiction
I can’t even figure out myself, is it fact? Is it fiction?
Is it fake? Is it real?
I know a lot of man are too shook to say how they feel
So when their plate gets too full, they start making a meal
I do it all for the thrills
I got these seeds planted, watch them come to fruition, I put the pieces on the board
I aint lost faith, not once , against all odds I had to even out the score
Had to reapply the pressure
And if I’m slipping off, she holds it down and I aint even have to tell her
I’m betting on myself, I aint out here chasing accolades
I’m just busy cooking, this shit keeps on getting better yeah
I’m just busy cooking, this shit keeps on getting…
I’m just busy cooking, this shit keeps on getting yeah