Dennis Hobbs - A.M. Radio

Picture painted, celebration, woo, we made it
Next day after party, over balloons, deflated
No Giveon, but I'm watching the time I'm taking
Got too many needs and I'm just trying to practice patience

Most high gon' spin the block, not focused on retaliation
But rather on affirmations, because I know my luck
This morning I woke up and poured hot chocolate up in my cup
I know most y'all don't give a fuck, but I thought I would bring it up

It's crazy as ever cuz how exactly would I know to do better
If nobody tells me where I go wrong
And they sit and enable the shit like whatever
Or maybe it's good that I just cannot fathom what it's really like to just have it together

Flaws be on point but if practice makes perfect
I never would've bought what Allen was selling
Hid behind the pain, but I do better with transparency
Getting the last laugh is fun, but y'all slowed down hilarity

Seen the way people move these days, and yes it saddens me
Torn between what it could be and learning what it has to be
Me from some years ago didn't really understand
The half of the experience of watching people leave

Not only through growth and life events, but also through tragedies
I knew this day was coming, but it still feels too fast for me
Feels like I was just in Tennessee living worry free
Feels like I was just in the Vu, going three for three

Feels like I always knew the move, no need to contemplate
Feels like a hop and a skip to get to Dewey Johnson Way
But I don't want it to feel out the way

Good morning, good morning

You're now tuning in to Forward Press Radio
And if you're not here, you're nowhere
And you probably don't tip your waiters
They don't like seeing you having motion

They like you more when you without it
So when it comes to bringing up old shit
They like keeping you grounded
A true revelation of knowledge lost in their lives that they couldn't devour

And when don't much improve with them
You see it in their face when they get sour
I could do a couple more things
Such as being active, putting in hours

But I gotta circle back with that mindset
Whenever I feel it's too crowded
Almost put my pen down for good
Cause I felt too much of the doubting

Had nine months to evaluate and see exactly just how I'm a counter
But why give hard labor for a soft maybe
Or maybe I'm just overthinking
Time's our biggest inventory

If you ain't contributing, then end of story
No wasting it, too focused on me to deal with you
Shit, can't let nobody play me like it's useless
Before I do that there

I'll paint my whole fucking crib with a Q-tip
Back on my shit, never slowing up
Even though things feel dystopian
But I'm pushing through like it's the last hour

On the job and right now it's four PM
and the punches, I like to roll with them, so ain't no point in saying
No offense, put me last, you'll feel me first
See you at square one if you tryna hold it in

Written by:
Dennis Hobbs

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