Long Run

Uh, yeah

Follow me down, you never bother me now

You wanna swallow me now, you wanna call me now

It don't matter how I've been though

Cut the small toe, I had another gin, dog

I'ma fall off, all these fools wanna talk

About the way I've been

Getting used, brush it off, that's the way I am

I don't choose who I call, 'cause I know my friends

And if I lose, then my dog's gonna hold my hand

'Cause all I need is a pick me up, get me up slow

The world got me down, gotta hit me up, bro

Wheel rollin' 'round, but the tread gettin' low

Kneel on the ground 'til my head hit the floor

I wanna get out, I gotta sit out, I need a break

I've been out, I gotta chill out, I gotta take

Five for a piece of my mind, I think I'm late

Decide, then I open my eyes, I gotta wait 'cause

I don't wanna be here in the long run

Tired of the fight and having no fun

Grab another bottle, 'cause I'm on one

Light another blunt, I'ma smoke one

I don't wanna be here in the long run

Tired of the fight and having no fun

Grab another bottle, 'cause I'm on one

Light another blunt, I'ma smoke one

I've got, no inspo, no Instacart, no instigation to open my heart

No inclination, no love for the art

And no indication of just where to start

To get up off the floor and get to knocking off the dust

I've been wanting more, but I've been wary of the bust

I get to tripping in my mind's eye

Worry 'bout the hitting that be coming from the blind side

Sometimes I make really big designs, I

Design mine, my common sense in time

I can't wait, keep snatching at the dinner plate

And all along the while I keep stoking up the inner hate

Isn't it great, this gift of self reflection

Even though the mirror always got me so conflicted

Way too many scars that exist in my collection

Plenty self-inflicted and too many from affection

I don't wanna be here in the long run

Tired of the fighting, having no fun

Grab another bottle, 'cause I'm on one

Light another blunt, and I'ma smoke one

I don't wanna be here in the long run

Tired of the fighting, having no fun

Grab another bottle, 'cause I'm on one

Light another blunt, and I'ma smoke one

Sometimes you look at everybody

Around you, around you, around you

And that fear of missing out weighs

You down, weighs you down

But you have to ask yourself, ask yourself ask yourself

Are you really missing out, missing out, missing out

Or are you making your own path, path?

Choose wise, choose wise, choose wise, choose wise