Yonker - Woah

Introverted to the lips my minds gone
I'm alright but I feel wrong
Fuck it I'm screwed
Tell me lord what I got to do
(Woah)
Tell me if my mind on woah
Tell me why my mind won't go
Tell me why my mind on freeze
Why my mind on E
Tell me why my mind won't speak (yap)
(Woah)
Tell me if my mind had strayed
Tell me doc if I'm okay
(If not okay)
I'm a smoke it up to the sunlight
I can't open up not one time
(woah)
Getting what you want is quite hard may I say
Especially if you can't say what's on your brain
social anxiety this shit is kind of lame
I don't even understand how I'm going to face fame
Life is a test and I'm scared to write my name
(Hope the lord don't take no points off)
I just need to tame my head
And try to get ahead of this game instead
Before I blow lead
Put the money in the bag yeah right now
All these haters need to Mario and pipe down
They love to joke a lot but I don't like clowns
All my life I had to fight
I hope this is the twelfth round
Fuck it my dude
When you live this way you feel like scrooge
Hating everybody that intrude
But they don't got a clue
They look at me like I just lost some screws
Break me down I'll build me up that's cool
(Woah)
Tell me if my mind on woah
Tell me why my mind won't go
Tell me why my mind on freeze
Why my mind on E
Tell me why my mind won't speak (yap)
(Woah)
Tell me if my mind had strayed
Tell me doc if I'm okay
(If not okay)
I'm a smoke it up to the sunlight
I can't open up not one time
Back like I never left
Baby girl you hold me down that's that one two step
Procrastination is a bitch
Smoke it up cause the stress is killing me
Tryna find my next dollar cause my wallet hit bankruptcy
I just want to hit marijuana where I want to
Don't got to worry about these hoe ass cops
Fucking up my aura
Tryna find their ways
Like their name is Dora
These pigs ain't swiping me
That's on my brother daughter
Yeah I go across the border
Just to get some good trees
Maybe even whoopee
Need Goldbergs upon my neck
Just to see what the world sees
Be a different human being
Maybe want the finest things
Like Mona Lisa's in museums
But you won't never ever see them
Unless it's on some social media shit but you'll never reach them
I just need to hurry up and get rich then I'll forever see them
A view from a different glass
They say more money more problems
But didn't mention the ass
I just want commas more commas cause being broke is trash
On my Ricky Bobby timing If you ain't first your last
Ima shake and bake this industry till I see some cash
Battling these mental thoughts hope I dont spaz
Traveling to far in the dark until it past
Ima smoke it by the ounce till I crash
(Woah)
Tell me if my mind on woah
Tell me why my mind won't go
Tell me why my mind on freeze
Why my mind on E
Tell me why my mind won't speak (yap)
(Woah)
Tell me if my mind had strayed
Tell me doc if I'm okay
(If not okay)
I'm a smoke it up to the sunlight
I can't open up not one time

Written by:
Terrell Johnson

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