Deez Nuts - Finding Myself

Dream chasing got me gone in the wind
These days i keep thanking god for all that he did
Cuz without him intervening I'd be gone in the end
Why the fuck would I leave nick kasey and all of the kids
It's like I had to try to dip to change up part of the script
Cuz I was on some sort of sick crazy alternate trip
That left me sick lazy slippin like the walkway was slick
All cuz this amazing place we gain from loss is a gift
And as I sat behind bars I led a path to being over it
Asked god to make my time hard and glad he noticed him
Fact is I tried hard to grab some kind of goal and didn't
Back down when guys charged reacted like I'm supposed to get it
And it's a trap to try indulging in the pen
These motherfuckers tried to act like these smokers were their friends
Chasin greeting cards that's soaked in shit they hope'll get em sick
I never even seen nobody fiend for dope like little kids
Basically I came to think of all the reasons making me
So sick of all the shit I did to those who always gave to me
A place to be complacent keep me safe and see the way to be
A better man and not consume my days in trying to take a seat
Standing up inside and just demanding what I tried
To get my hands on In my past but couldn't trap cuz in the time
I was so caught up in the past event or action in the mind
And the collapse would have me trapped until he cracked and then he's blind
I been searching for myself since I was able to talk
I still ain't found him but I'm always out here taking a walk
It's still amazing im on stable ground not traced in some chalk
It really makes me proud the way I spout these flames that he talk
And you can steady make your comments on my dramas
Or be upset I'm out here blazing on these tracks and chasin stardom
But the fact is Imma always stay exact the ways he wanna
It's attracting all the aspirating active state he caught up
Got ghost on all that lame shit that used to have me caged in
I'm mostly on some different page as you should be to make ends
Not knowing it's a ruthless scene can flip your simple games been
Thots hope when how you threw the keys to get your room at days inn
Homie I Been having such a beautiful time
I haven't knew this me in way too long the view that he finds
Is that I'm happy with just doin me and true to these rhymes
Is that I'm back to be the dude that eats wack losers that lie
I'm on go til I get off on every blonde hoe with long dough
The strong boner soakin all their furniture and dogs clothes
Seeding all the sweaters in the closet and the bronze robes
Seats and all the leathers in the pink and metal bronco
You can be the loser thinkin dude is really clueless leave him
Leakin like a wound that needs a tourniquet and spewin steam in
Tuned to being true to be the looming beacon brewing beatins
Blew up being brutal bringin boots to be the boost to reach it

Written by:
Daniel Morasco

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