H. RAJ - Makin' Sense

People actin phony, talking faker than bologna
Trying to take away my trophies when they really just below me
I'm askin' God to show me He ain't plastic fake or phony
I ain't talking no bologna, I just need him as my Homie
At the bottom it be lonely
I ain't come up on no pony
I just let them get to know me
Then I take off like a Boeing
You wonder where this going
But my mind is what I'm showing
So the story's ever-going
You just gotta listen closely

Mostly I'm a mess, but I really do possess
A lot of love inside my chest (I do)
Put the hate to rest, 'cause regardless I won't stress (Never)
"Can we make amends?" Answer's "no" don't take offense
I'm just shootin' for the fence, I won't settle for the bench
Couple bros out the mid west, staying cold no we can't sweat but
Shawty let me vent
Help, me make some sense
Help, me make some sense
Help, me make some sense
Yeah, yeah

About all of the times I thought I was stuck at dead ends (Lost)
Times I couldn't pay the rent
All alone with no one left
That shit went straight to my head
Like a mild sedative laced with lethal medicine (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Out for days no regimen
Wake up can't go back again
Everything in life's a sin, we're just another specimen
Open your eyes and take it in, veins fillin' with adrenaline
What's realest starts to settle in deep into your skeleton
Cells as small as sediment
Tell me where's the Genesis?
When the world is how it is
Acts of evil, menacing
Like the Reaper is the king and every start comes to an end
That's just how I'm making sense
That's just how I'm making sense

People actin phony, talking faker than bologna
Trying to take away my trophies when they really just below me
I'm askin' God to show me He ain't plastic fake or phony
I ain't talking no bologna, I just need him as my Homie
At the bottom it be lonely
I ain't come up on no pony
I just let them get to know me
Then I take off like a Boeing
You wonder where this going
But my mind is what I'm showing
So the story's ever-going
You just gotta listen closely

Mostly I'm a mess, but I really do possess
A lot of love inside my chest (I do)
Put the hate to rest, 'cause regardless I won't stress (Never)
"Can we make amends?" Answer's "no" don't take offense
I'm just shootin' for the fence, I won't settle for the bench
Couple bros out the mid west, staying cold no we can't sweat but
Shawty let me vent
Help, me make some sense
Help, me make some sense
Help, me make some sense
Yeah

Written by:
Hunter Rajkowski

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