Caleb McCleney - Everything Changes

I view the same picture but I still don't get it
Everything change but it still ain't different
And I don't see no change unless we talking about change
Everybody fake unless we talking about digits
Section 8 ain't got a helping hand
No va ca so we gonna pop a Xan
To get away the life we fabricate
Overlook the the sadder days and now we in the sand

Everything change
Everything changes yeah
Look through my cards
Everything faces up
Felling insane
Flipping through pages yeah
Everything change
Everything changes yeah

I view the same picture but I still don't get it
Everything change but it still ain't different
And I don't see no change unless we talking about change
Everybody fake unless we talking about digits
Section 8 ain't got a helping hand
No va ca so we gonna pop a Xan
To get away the life we fabricate
Overlook the the sadder days and now we in the sand
Really we still on the block
Really we still moving stock
Look at the watch
Oh here comes the cops
This is our job we still on the clock
Why is it wrong when I speak what I know
Uneducated cuz school is a joke
Pop a pill cuz we don't know how to cope
Pop a pill cuz we don't know to cope

Everything change
Everything changes yeah
Look through my cards
Everything faces up
Felling insane
Flipping through pages yeah
Everything change
Everything changes yeah

(Running out of love)
(Running our of love)
Everything, everything Everything change
(Running out of love)
(Running out of love)
Everything, everything Everything change

May there be peace and love and perfection
Throughout all nations oh God

Looking at the pictures on the wall
Maybe I'm dreaming don't know anymore
I don't know anymore
Maybe I'm dreading don't know anymore
Looking at the pictures on the wall
Maybe I'm dreaming don't know anymore
I don't know anymore
I don't know anymore

3rd eye blind to all the faking
Making moves I'm on the grind like skating
Baking all the dough my pockets caking
The greats rubbing off on me we chafing
Reaping all the seeds I've sown
Coming for the thrown with you or on my own
No need to call my phone
If you got a problem face me man to man I'm my zone
Old friends hit me up they say I'm tripping
I feel so alone I feel so distant
Sifting through my rhyme books
Got me
Gripping at the thought
I maybe slipping
Reminiscing on times
Was penny pinching
But those were some of the best days
Now it's stressed and depressed phase
I just wanna go back to less craze
Cruising through the town late at night
Playing all my songs that are unreleased yeah
Reminisce on times when I was nothing
I just wanna leave a legacy as good as 3 stacks
Cooking up the soul with the lab coat
I just wanna be known from inner cities to back roads
Compose all of my thought and fear I'll plateau
Maestro in flow as far as the raps go
Made a whole album inside of my iPhone
No one ever helped me I made it on my own
I just need somebody that I can rely on
Cuz most of the time it's dark inside of my home
And I feel so lost and I feel so wrong
And I feel so crossed and I feel so done

Written by:
Caleb McCleney

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