Lit Wick - So Called Life

Used to tell myself
You could've been the one for me
Now I know myself
I won't wait and see
So called life
Say it ain't too bad
'Til you think too long
And it drives you mad
You might just write a song

I'll keep it real I don't really need confirmation
If no one listened I'd still make all these creations
I feel it out and I work through my sensations
I don't wanna deliberate hesitating
Spill my emotion into a mic
Never deviate I use my devotion
It's like I'm on a hike
Won't stop until I reach the top
Or forget to keep moving for me It's like riding a bike
Chasing a dollar and finally got your hands on one
They take it away, sike!
I rise and I fall and I try to stand tall and
That somewhat explains what my days like

They run us all around for nothing
Say that you better be up to something
Oh wait you ain't got nothing jumping
But I bet you're still showing up to the function
You know she going out with someone
But you're still at home fantasizing 'bout fuckin'
You don't know what love is
Easy to see you're used to calling it quits

What can I say?
The thought never occurred to me that
I should just abandon ship
Wait...
If that's the way it's gonna be
I don't need your companionship
Okay!
Doc can you just tell me straight?
Don't wait to show me what the damage is
I been on my way
And I ain't afraid to play the games
You throw at me I handle it
Where's your ambition?
I'm patiently fishing
I'm making a moment
A man on a mission
They not in the zone
I think something is missing
Like to be alone when I tap into visions
I don't need to be know I just need my commission
Don't care 'bout a clone cause there's no competition
Open up their phone they're gon' see my composition
I like to make money from my split decisions
They act funny and split over their differences
My days staying sunny so I do not give a shit
I'm making it dummy I win when I'm losing it
Tell me you love me you must be confused lil' bit
If you don't trust me go head and then chose to quit
What's all the fuss?
You got it but not using it
You in the box I think that you got used to it
I grab a hand full of styles and then I start fusing it

Written by:
Chad Avers

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