SATURATION 325

Real life, man, wonder what it feel like
Whole life spent livin' someone else life
What life like if I was born
It's Mark Wahlberg in the desert storm
Got a record deal with some braces on me
We a boy band, face it homie
And these boys all chasin' homie
I'm tryna make a dozen films

I'm makin' peace with all my
Demons 'fore I clock out
It never comes as we perceive
It 'til we drop out
I'm too big to burn a bridge
That I should stomp out i got a vision
I ain't quittin' 'til I'm crossed out
And even then
I still be screamin' from the nosebleeds
To let 'em know I never
Let the pressure know me
You couldn't even hold a candle to the old me
So what I look like letting
You try to control me
I'm on a mission to reclaim
The times that broke me
The life I took is not the
One that fuckin' chose me
And I ain't goin' back
I'm ridin' in the sunset
I'm pacin' between self-awareness
And civil unrest
Oh, everything I sign with every
Label seems to suggest
My fate is pre-determined
I'm for certain that's my success

I got everything I want and
I want somethin' else
I try to fill the void and
Pull the Bible off the shelf
Ashes on my sheets, I find it hard to sleep
I got lil' problems
I know y'all sick of hearin'
I think I'm missin' somethin'
But I can't think of nothin' (That's true)

Real life, man, wonder what it feel like
Whole life has been livin' someone else life
What life like if I was born
It's Mark Wahlberg in the desert storm
Got a record deal with some braces on me
We a boy band, face it homie
And these boys all chasin' homie
I'm tryna make a dozen films

In the back, in the back
Make it to Jerusalem with my fam in the back
In the back, in the back
The haters still infragrant but
That payback is exact
House packed to the max
Niggas in the kitchen, niggas in the back
Nothing in my fridge
But my hunger is in that
Niggas havin' visions, layin' them own tracks
Shit been South Central, niggas in the back
In the back when I make it, I'ma

I would do it in the dungeon
I barely function i would do it in the
Dungeon, just barely function, picking sh
I would do it from the dungeon
Could barely function
Pickin' strawberry with my aunty
With the answers with the long sleeves
Above-ground pool in the backyard
With the bare pull, with the bad luck
'Til they wait on me, takes a
While 'fore that bed, homie, dead homies