Exchange of my thoughts
At End of the day, i'ma go make this money
then go ahead & make something shake.
Life can be a risky ride in circles but I go at steady pace.
seek no competition cause there's no opposition
worth no recognition, just keep it pushing
turn the key cause those are the keys to starting the transmission.
So on this drive to striving best interest no code to pin in
sooo many voices in my head I swear that I be tripping
feeling of blue, soo many tears up in my pillow
nah i'm not sinking
Gotta go and meditate bc all of these ill thoughts cloud up my mental
like i've gotta change the way that I've been thinking
like what's the reason
could be on trial but God knows that's not my heart's intentions.
They look at me and seem tickled about these pickles I keep taking dips in
Only a fool would know you sad but advise you put your lip in.
Exchange of thoughts of my mind frame
not even in prime yet but it's about time my time came
Patience is the key to the game
Best believe that. all the doubts and pissy pouts yes indeed I had to feed in
Big on independence bc I hate to see myself in need and
mood swings on swole, haven't seen my therapist
I should probably set up a meeting.
But I leave it to God, before I get lost in the cod
Had to pray that he break every chain that had me hanging on rods
And i'm quick to forgive but nah I havven't forgot
But who am I to be judging anyone
with still some thorns in my sides.
so I let go the pride and do solemnly swear that if I told you that I still care
how you'd say that yea you'd be there to ride.
Exchange of my thoughts could leave you all shocked
I could be right but you want me wrong
so I look down and I frown
could'nt lie about how I feel
but then same folks who'd teach you the formula just might leave you in drought
self esteem up and down, kinda low due to the doubt
But i'm a Queen unlike some that's why they tug for my crown
And every "L" they swear I took
Yea I had to start from the ground
And I don't party like I could cause they know i'm standing there looking around
Anxiety breathing on my neck, that's why I stay away from the crowds
so i'd be better off in my shit, steady smoking a pound
& MaryJ is the bae, she keep me walking on clouds.
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