Jay Wonder - NEVER KNOWS BEST

Everybody is a wannabe, here
I asked God
Asked God
Yeah
I'on' wanna be here
Everybody is a wannabe, here
I asked God for him to send us prayers
It's doggy style how this life fuckin' me
How I end up here?
Thinkin' this is insane
They ballin', while I slept on a bench
Knew I wouldn't get in the game
Picturin' fame, no paparazzi
Picture in frame, no paparazzi
Thinkin' of days when momma got me
See, my brain is troubled
I shoulda been behin' a desk, a cup of Joe, every morning
For these academics that's complex; now, instead, every day a struggle
Weight is heavy; I might strain a muscle
This a bench press
Wit' thin pecs and no spot for me, here, since all my friends left
I got a friend left
For me, he stand in the rain
But I'on' wanna take advantage of James
Manage the pain and play it cool
I think it's funny, him and Drake, they got the same views
They over they city
I'm rollin' in pity
Hold shit against me
Be the worst, late at night, when the loneliness hit me; I'm
Uninspired, when I need it the most
I'm fuckin' tired of believin' to no's
Could touch the highest, but I be at my lowest
I run through fire, just to breathe in the smoke
As of late, I ain't been feelin' shit
Especially the new niggas in rap you niggas be sayin' killin' it
Constant motion; I wonder how I still exist
Vagabond; path I'm on is village-less
Yeah
Searchin' for paradise
All he gave me was a pair of dice
I roll snake eyes
Success and I never linkin', so I take 5
And I ain't gotta look on the map to see you state lies
I tell 'em the truth
They don't listen, so what the hell is a fella to do?
Closer to the edge I stand, then the better the view
I met the devil; he's a hell of a dude
Damn
All he tryn' do is part us
I hate livin' in this red, white, blue, and orange
Try and get green
Rid of the black
Death in a movie; I would die to get seen, but this isn't a act
I hate TV shows
Life is rarely what the TV shows
They stream now; no one see these flows
I cry privately, inscribe diaries; it's psychiatry
Inside, hide it deep, until the day divine hires me
I lost money, actin' like I had it
They saw ugly, anytime I tried to strike as attractive, so I'm
Resentin' my place; a desolate jail
Leather, the face; a feather to scales; I whether the hail
But lessen in faith; professor is hell
Accepted my fate
Destined to fail; I'll never prevail
Know my role, play the game, when I'm questin' for you
I got a question for you
Do you think about me?
'Cause you never hit me up
You don't care that I'm left for dead
The way you turned on me illegal how you leave a nigga left on read
Take a walk in my shoes
I'm tryn' touch your soul
I don't think the Earth flat, but it's fuck the globe
Remember back when Goonie had large dreams wit' guitar strings
Then he got up in a broad's jeans
It's over

Written by:
Jarrod White

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