Miles Powers and Ryce - A Lot To Ask

Oh I been pacing back and forth
For some kind direction
Simple lessons
I need my space for some time
Looking for some balance
It's a challenge
I'ma find beautiful in everything
Some ecstasy divine
So don't wait up on me
I gotta stay fly
Speak my truth
And let it fall out my mind
This won't do
All these vacancies
It seem that something been taking me
I need to find me a place to be
Might leave all that's breaking me
I know it's hard to see the light
Inside the little things
But something's telling me
To take a leap, take a step
Live your life the way you know
Don't forget to take a breath
Trust that everything's gon work
The way it's supposed to
Look up to the sky and wait
Just how we supposed to
There's special in our lives to take
Even if we're miles away
From where we think we ought to be
I know it's safer by the day
Is this a lot to ask?
I just wanna do it my way
Where my people at?
I take that passion then apply things
I don't want the half
Just the entire thing
I ain't gonna bat a single lash
At what they offering
Fuck up off my screen
(Is that a lot to ask?)
I just wanna be me
(Is that a lot to ask?)
And I'd rather just leave
(Yeah and be an outcast)
Rather believe
(In where I'm at, than y'all at)
Paint a perfect picture picture perfect
Bitch I gets to workin'
I'm just tryna live and learn
And kick it, burn, and shift the earth then
If my dog in trouble
Tell the copper that I did the dirt then
I just plead this fifth is workin'
You can kiss the curb then
Bitch I gets it early
It's just work, work, work
And it's death, and it's rent
On the third or first
I'ma spit it how I live it
That's my word, word, word
She a bad bad birdie
I'm a worm, worm, worm
Could you scoop me up?
I ain't ever owned a whip
But I can give and go a bit
Anxiety is so a bitch
I done tried a lotta things
I done tried not watching numbers
And not buying Starbucks
But my life is all fucked
I called it love, lust is what?
What's the word, what's up?
Must've slurred it some
What's the curse I put on my tongue?
Of course I didn't, yall dumb
Y'all forcin' it like I would
I'm warmin' up, it's all good
I'm bored with it as I should be
Never quite as good as I should be
My demeanor lookin' five foot three
And I'm five eleven
And I'm roundin' down
To fit the rhyme, whatever
I'm fuckin' high as ever
Only sorta kinda clever
Find a level to reach
And then jump from
It don't hurt as bad
When it's just one story
I heard yall smacked
Who you get bumps from?
I'll hit y'all back when I hit my floor
Is this a lot to ask?
I just wanna do it my way
Where my people at?
I take that passion then apply things
I don't want the half
Just the entire thing
I ain't gonna bat a single lash
At what they offering
Fuck up off my screen
(Is that a lot to ask?)
I just wanna be me
(Is that a lot to ask?)
And I'd rather just leave
Rather believe

Written by:
Miles Evans, Noel Chambers

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