The Star Room
Me, I’m still trapped inside my head I kinda feel like it’s a purgatory.
So polite and white, but I got family who would murder for me.
Think I’m living paradise, what would I have to worry bout?
Dealing with these demons, feel the pressure, find the perfect style,
Making sure my mom and dad are still somewhat in love,
All these backfires of my experiments with drugs.
I experiment the touch of my epiphany in color form.
The Difference between love and war inform me I’m above the norm.
But, give me anybody tho, I’ll gladly chew his face off. Them bath salts.
Rhymin like it’s summertime on asphalt, hot.
Haven’t picked a major label think I’m black balled.
I still don’t got the heart to pick my phone up when my dad calls.
Will he recognize his son when he hears my voice?
I put this music against my life I think I fear the choice.
I don’t know what I’m running from, but I’m running still.
I conversate with acquaintances, but it’s nothing real.
I’m from a city that you hear and think a bunch of steel, so a hundred
mills wouldn’t make me sign a fucking deal.
Money kills, that’s the truth, it’s called the route of evil, but I want
that Rolls Royce that the homie Lennon drove.
So, if you ain’t talkin bout some money ima send you home.
Unconventional, special but unprofessional, adolescent expression that’s
lettin me meet these centerfolds.
As troubles fill my mind capacity I let them go.
If I was Johnny Depp in Blow, I would let it snow.
That’s just me all wylin out and being extra though.
And, if God was a human it’d be yours truly, watching horror movies with
some foreign groupies, thinking this decor suits me.
I do drugs to get more loopy I’m in tune to ancient jujitsu spirituals it’s
Looking out as far as eyes can see. I’m glad that me and this elevation
could finally meet. I think I’m JFK’s final speech. They try assassinating
all of my beliefs. But I’m asleep so whisper to me for some peace of mind,
and he be high some weed to grind on top a Jesus shrine. Twenty thousand on
my watch because I needed time. If y’all would leave me the fuck alone,
that’d be divine.
Can’t decide if you like all the fame.
Three years ago to now it’s just not the same. Looking out the window
ashing on the pane (pain) I wonder if I lost my way.
The Star Room