OB - Stuck In the Past

Im dreaming bout a life that I dont have, Lately ive been stuck in the past
Im trying to stick to my path, like flower I stick to the wraps
Im done with the drama im cutting you off, if you aint been cutting it back
Im really not cutting no slack, Id rather just stick to the facts
Go get me a bag, and get me it fast, it feels like im famous at last
Flash
Back to the days, where I stayed in a place
When I smoked by myself, and my thoughts would erase
No i'm not doing well, I was lost in the chase, what am I gonna say
I'm still lost to this day, theres a fog in my brain, hope my thoughts get me paid, and my dogs get a plate
I've been off of the walls in this place, and im not coming down, floated off into space, im too gone in my ways
Hold on let me go and get myself in check,
Looking for a balance gotta get that next,
Problems ive been having got me way too stressed,
Need a model, that can swallow, and just help me destress
What I follow, turned me hollow, and I cant confess
That tomorrow, wont have sorrow, cause I aint my best
So im high like colorado, got my eyes just like a cardinal, I just left my nest; Cloud 9
Got my ex wanna text on my line, I digress Im a mess in my mind
I know sex aint the best part to find, when your next to her chest and investing your time, but the blessing was mine
So with all due respect, I just sent you a text, and I left you behind
And I left my own, with depression in mind, ive been stressed all the time, I just hope that im blessed, and im next up in line
Cause This is the prophecy, you better talk to me properly, I got the top models giving top to me, i'm in a different climate they aint hot as me, compass is straight they ain't ever rerouting me
I made it rain, and my thoughts brought a cloud on me, bought a terrain and I got me some property, life is a game and I play like monopoly
Follow my dreams and I hope that my youngins will follow me
Cause I got the vibe that you were never proud of me, now it's an uppercut to every motherfucker that was doubting me, honestly, I need a rack in advance if you ever reach out to me
Im calling out lineups like sequence, flip instrumentals like seasons
I swear I just murdered the beat, so give me a beatswitch

Im stuck at the bottom and I know this flower aint solving my problems no more
My brain and my lungs getting rotten still stuck in this process of watching my growth
Ive Lately been quiet and plotting, and stalking whats making me out of control
I feel like im losing myself but you got me fucked up if you think that im losing my soul
Fuck it tho what do i know,
Im tryna make all my paper stretch over the globe
I would sit back with my mom and my folks, all alone, in that home, where aint noone would go
I would just play on my phone, because I didn't know, what to do if the place aint my own
Living with people you never have known, mama just used up her loan and were out all alone
Figured were all out of loans, all of the figures were coming in slow, Dad calling me on the phone
He told me the cancer just spread to his throat, I would pray he wouldn't go
Now i just sit back and ghost, Exhaling the pressure whenever i smoke
This shit aint funny im not for the jokes
You the type clowning on shit you dont know
Dont even know why you acting do bold
I got the force how im moving your sole
I got the store pushing out what I wrote
Changing the temp cause im hot and im cold
Aint tryna cop all the rocks and the stones
Im getting stock and a pot full of gold
Im getting top and some wap from a hoe aint no stop in my plot for where im gonna go
Lately been saving my money i aint really smoking,
So When i get high im just climbing the totem
I put in the work when nobody had noticed, the same ones are noted
So when i blow up then do not start approaching
Im quarantined, all of the flows are corrosive
Im 18 no glock but im locked up and loaded
You better get back before i start exploding (ah)

Written by:
Owen Benjamin

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