19 - 99 Neighbors

I feel

Stuck in a box

I saw Jesus walk, aye

Gotta tap in my thoughts

I’m still- me

I don’t care what I think

Sick of the drugs, round of applause

Stuck in a polo, I’m pretty in pink

I go

Way up

Sauce, sauce

I been lost, lost

Keep it honest

Thinkin' too much got me caught up

I been off track, feelin' locked up

Lost in a blank face, seen a lot of blank faced smiles on a pay day

Wake up in the mornin' realize it’s all the same

Feelin' bad, yellin' May Day

Got me on the stairs tip-toein'

Spliff rollin' while my life gone coastin'

Think about the shit I gotta do to make a memory

Shit been on the the move too quick, need some therapy

Guess I’ll make a note to it

I been feelin' down broke

I’m losin' all my hope

I’m startin' to gain fear

I’m back on this tight rope

I’m lost in dim lights

But back in my zone

I’m gone, I lost fate

Well take a minute

I don’t know when my life gonna drop, I get it

I ain’t tryna lose this

I’ll prove shit to show you

Don’t trust me and act like I know you

(Flowers) In a glass vase

(Layin') On a new grave

(Under) Is the old ways

(Tombstone) Say the young days

(Prickles) Grow on my face

(Sugar) Ain’t the same taste

(Midnight) New day

(Flippin') To the next page

(Sippin') 'Til the lights fade

(Lookin') Through my camera

(Tryna find my old face)

(Tryna find my old face)

(What happened to my face?)

What happened to my face?

Hate that they tell me what to do

The second I’m all in, the minute it’s all through

So I’ma let it begin, I’ma get it how I’m gonna get it

Even if I’m lying through my teeth

You know I’m in it to win it

I’ma bend, flip, stretch lyrics like I’m workin' gymnastics

Lil' bitch, call me Mr. Fantastic

I ain’t had nothin' but a pot to piss in

Give me freedom, give me death ‘til I’m winnin'

Whippin' Civics, I ain’t got the gas to make it back to the crib

And in a minute, I’ma get it back

Fuck it, I’m never relaxed, I’m way too attached, I

Can’t tell, won’t tell you

Ixnay, bitch made, I

Sink in float my boat

Bring it back, bring it back

Uh, back stab, broke that trust

Day in, day out I

Work hard, play hard we

Run it up, run it up

I been way up

Sauce, sauce

Shit, I work my ass off

Keep it honest

I been lost, lost

Yeah, cut out the brakes to my car so the ride don’t slow

No drive and the ride won’t go (Yeah, ayy)

Devil on my shoulder tellin' me to push the pedal

With an angel on the side busy crying, ho

I make moves

Steady, I level the dudes

My people just know how I move in the cracks and the grooves

Grimy is just how I do

Keep it 100, that’s truth, ayy

Demon face in the shadows

When I walk, I’m movin' past it

Creepin' real late when it’s active (Yeah, ayy)

Hope the skeletons up in your closet don’t catch you

It’s anything that’s liable for cash moves, uh

People cry because they really want the bag

But they don’t wanna work, act causal (Hey, hey)

Think I got the time for the vision (Yeah)

Might snap to a nigga on stage with the hammer might blast you

Work is the center of all of this

I called it quits with like all the college kids (Hey, hey, hey)

Traveled from campus to campus

Who thought I’d end up with like all of this polished shit?

(All of this)

Diamond and gold what I’m rockin'

I pull up and flaunt this like nobody jockin' this (Jockin' this)

Carry the weight from whatever

I slide up on you if you say you is not with this