Trip on My Words

I dead-ass woke up in the clothes
I was wearing last night
Your boy's a little greasy

Oh god mother, father, please believe me
I've been waiting too long
I've been takin' it easy
I've been stressin' with the situation
No you have to all the warmth I be having
It be coming from you
Been my own lab rat, doin' tests for days
Seeing what would fuck my mind up and
Would put me in my place
What would show me my light
And guide me out my dark
When my finish line was where
I began where I start

It isn't easy thinking all I'm thinking
All the wrong I did sorry
Just bought a business
And these lies that I told (yeah)
And I trip on my words
Now I trip on my words
And then I stay tripping that's absurd

Wanna, wanna make it
Wanna shoot for the stars
Please God make it so I won't fall short
Haven't been the best writer
Not been good with these words
But I'm really writing just to show what
I am and where I wanna

Wanna make it, wanna shoot for the stars
Please God make it so I won't fall short
Haven't been the best writer
Not been good with these
Words But I'm really
Writing just to show what I am worth

Throw it way back when, when my diet was shit
Pissing off my mom and pop
Still callin' me shit
I've been dodging all the drama
Smoking in public
I've been missing all the action
Being higher than bliss
Like some Goodyear running so fast
With these wings on
Threw out my bands and I got me my Scot song
Voice got deep since the seven-old
Look me in my eyes, man
This boy is fully grown

Now they wanna take my soul
They wanna sell it for gold
But the jokes on them because I
Don't have one to hold
My hair's redder than the rising sun
Smoking so much reefer feel
Like Cheech and Chong
Off the fucking ganja like a Rastaman
Still jammin' out like god damn
But I, stick to the finer things
Like Momma home cooked meals
That's how love feels, you bitch

Wanna make it, wanna shoot for the stars
Please God make it so I won't fall short
Haven't been the best writer not
Been good with these words
But I'm really writing just to show what
I am and where I wanna

Wanna make it, wanna shoot for the stars
Please God make it so I won't fall short
Haven't been the best writer not
Been good with these words
But I'm really really really really
Really really really wanna