My 2013 has been filled with lots of valleys and few peaks
Oxford treats me like I’m a worldstar when I’m walking down the street
I been corrupted, I used to be happy-go-lucky
Now I’m sitting here holding the bag when things get ugly
Too much talking, too much tweeting, hear the rumors every evening
And everybody and their mama thinks they can do it better.
But I’m leaving, please believe it, this bullshit I never needed
And if you have a problem with my opinion, man it’s whatever
Man, I’m tired of this shit, I’m about to go and take a nap
Man I’m tired of this chick, you can go and have her back
Ok, Mr. Steal Your Girl, go ahead, steal her then.
Everybody assumes that’s my chick but really we’re just friends.
We make believe and pretend that everything’s gonna be alright.
If I said half the shit I want to, there’d probably be a fight.
But I hold my tongue, I’m not scared, I’m practical
Everybody wants to miss you soon as you take a little sabbatical
You don’t know what you got until you lose it, ain’t that right?
People walking around with their head in the clouds, must be nice.
Being cool on social media, doesn’t make you social.
The shit I been through would make lesser men go postal
I don’t publicize my problems because people never care
They’re interested, not concerned, you see the difference there?
So what you think you know it’s actually a small tidbit
I have to applaud Kanye for his Christmas wishlist
A wifey, a girlfriend, and he even got a mistress
He can have separate girls to cook, clean, and do the dishes
But back to reality, that was more of a fantasy
Hanging on to sanity, hoping it doesn’t abandon me
Me and you are probably frenemies. Still can’t believe you friended me
How big is the gap between where I am and where I’m meant to be?
These are questions I have at 4 o’ clock in the morning.
My mind’s racing when I should have been past yawning.
It’s hard to function with this light affliction
Try to speak slower so they can understand my diction
This is real life here, this is stranger than fiction
So I stick to the facts. Miami girls are rentals, meaning you gotta give them back.
When you speak real shit, be prepared to take the slack.
Stay protected at all times, you gotta watch your back.
And your front, and your side, protect your crib and your ride
Gotta kill that old way of thinking, mental homicide
I’ma ride til the motherfucking wheels fall off.
I’m sick of this shit, can’t you see I developed a cough?
Two-stepping with Jesus to avoid dancing with the devil
I’m back pedal to the mettle, dreams delicate as rose petals.
I’m mainstream and amazing, what a delightful combo
Me? I’m passing up taking open shots like I’m rondo
Marco, Polo. If you can’t find me, please be calm.
I’m just tryna transfer from being Durant to Lebron.