Blackedy - Mind Wandering
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{intro: blackedy}
Yo, this is probably gonna be one of the realest songs i ever wrote
I'm not even capping
Yo
{verse 1: blackedy}
This morning, i woke up, mind wandering from good to bad
Thinking ’bout that peace i really want, but i never had
Know it's gon' come one day, praying for the better days
I’m praying that it come someday soon
I'm glad i got a grip on life like last year
'cause in my past years, i really was a square, had to fucking cut my hair
'cause that shit was falling out due to stress
But, i lowkey feel like that decision was the best
Okay, i go to school and keep my distance, got a lot of associates
And my momma like my songs, she say they not inappropriate
And she said, "that's not what a sixteen year-old should be rapping 'bout"
I been real my whole life, so i don't got shit to cap about
I hate walking in my school bathrooms
Seeing like six dudes passing 'round some nicotine that niggas made in china for like fifty cents
New room door, my last shit had like fifty dents
’cause i can’t get over my past shit, sometimes i just get mad and want to blast shit
{break: justicexavier}
Yeah, like sometimes, i wanna blast shit
It's fucking hard to look past shit, like fuck it
Look
{verse 2: justicexavier}
Scrapping dollars ’cause i can't tell my momma i'm broke
The chokehold adulthood has on my throat is killing shit
Feeling like a villain is, the world vision is grey, i'm getting older
Slowly eroding just like my innocence
Lately, i been feeling shit, the beginning of the year already got me in an impulsive mood to be spinning shit
Unconsciously spending ’cause money fill a void that my feelings
Can't
Like, what's stopping me from putting a nail in your skull and drilling it?
And life after school was madder-ness
Below average kids started rapping, addicts stayed addicts
All the girls who threw ass are now performative activists
Kids who peaked in school still go back to they classes
All the band kids is now selling they body in premium packages
I'm glad that i got a grip on my life, i know it ain't traditional
But shit, at least i got a decent sense of what's happening
I still got non-believers in my ear, worried 'bout where they happy at
Too focused on traction, they don't even know half the shit
Ask me how my hobby going like it ain't a passion
I actually make cash off rapping
And you would know if you decided to tap in
But, it seems like a simple, "how you been?" is harder to come by now compared to back then
{outro: justicexavier}
Like, damn
Shit's way harder to come by now
Fuck it
{intro: blackedy}
Yo, this is probably gonna be one of the realest songs i ever wrote
I'm not even capping
Yo
{verse 1: blackedy}
This morning, i woke up, mind wandering from good to bad
Thinking ’bout that peace i really want, but i never had
Know it's gon' come one day, praying for the better days
I’m praying that it come someday soon
I'm glad i got a grip on life like last year
'cause in my past years, i really was a square, had to fucking cut my hair
'cause that shit was falling out due to stress
But, i lowkey feel like that decision was the best
Okay, i go to school and keep my distance, got a lot of associates
And my momma like my songs, she say they not inappropriate
And she said, "that's not what a sixteen year-old should be rapping 'bout"
I been real my whole life, so i don't got shit to cap about
I hate walking in my school bathrooms
Seeing like six dudes passing 'round some nicotine that niggas made in china for like fifty cents
New room door, my last shit had like fifty dents
’cause i can’t get over my past shit, sometimes i just get mad and want to blast shit
{break: justicexavier}
Yeah, like sometimes, i wanna blast shit
It's fucking hard to look past shit, like fuck it
Look
{verse 2: justicexavier}
Scrapping dollars ’cause i can't tell my momma i'm broke
The chokehold adulthood has on my throat is killing shit
Feeling like a villain is, the world vision is grey, i'm getting older
Slowly eroding just like my innocence
Lately, i been feeling shit, the beginning of the year already got me in an impulsive mood to be spinning shit
Unconsciously spending ’cause money fill a void that my feelings
Can't
Like, what's stopping me from putting a nail in your skull and drilling it?
And life after school was madder-ness
Below average kids started rapping, addicts stayed addicts
All the girls who threw ass are now performative activists
Kids who peaked in school still go back to they classes
All the band kids is now selling they body in premium packages
I'm glad that i got a grip on my life, i know it ain't traditional
But shit, at least i got a decent sense of what's happening
I still got non-believers in my ear, worried 'bout where they happy at
Too focused on traction, they don't even know half the shit
Ask me how my hobby going like it ain't a passion
I actually make cash off rapping
And you would know if you decided to tap in
But, it seems like a simple, "how you been?" is harder to come by now compared to back then
{outro: justicexavier}
Like, damn
Shit's way harder to come by now
Fuck it
