Cleo's Trademark - Finer Days

Inspiration plenty, motivation none
But my pockets heavy
2016 I finally settled on my dreams but didn't chase 'em
I was too busy livin' life
"I'll never make it!" That's what I said to myself back in December
You can call me Kanye West
That was my coldest winter
I haven't been the same since then
I go so many people in my circle but fuck them
I'm not sayin' that I hate 'em
I'm just sayin' I can do this rap shit without 'em
John, Nate, and Pseudo
Word to Kuzco because I got that new groove!
I'm old news
I don't need that fast flow for popularity
I just need to write the shit on my mind that's wearin' me
It's kinda like a therapy session
I change mindsets like every single hoe you have sex with
That's word to Sami, you've been on my mind, nevermind
They say love is blind but I got 20/20 vision when it comes to this shit
Don't worry 'bout it Mom, what I'm rappin' is none of your business

I remember sittin' in the front of the bus in 4th grade
M6 all alone at 6 in the morning, starin' out at an empty highway
Joy in full swing, couldn't wait to get to school just to sleep through the whole thing
I remember back of the bus writing comic books
I had that storyline that made your skin shook
Constantly remembering the negative, I'd just write and draw
I like that nobody knew my past the way that I saw
Pickin' apart the pieces of 4th grade year
October 2020, wrote a story and shed tears
I'm reminiscing 'bout the past, lemme get out of here
I'm guessing nowadays all we can do is just say "cheers"
And be forever grateful 'bout the past while focusing on today
Little did I know I'm gonna be right back here anyway
All I gotta do is wait for that time and place
Meanwhile I sit back and still dream of the finer days
Finer days, yeah, finer days
Still daydreaming 'bout the finer days

Written by:
Seth Bishop

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