Answers (feat. The Grand Mess)

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Smoke something to this

Got more money to get

Came way too far to quit, yeah yeah

Roll something to this

Smoke something to this

Got more money to get

Came way too far to quit, yeah

They ain’t believe

Lucky me, I’m the one with the key

I open these doors up

Goin to open these tours up

Hoping it cover these scars up

Stayed down so I know it’s up

In the gym putting boards up

8Bars hooked the chords up

Made the song sound gorgeous

Now I’m in the bag tryna breath

Can’t be lookin back gotta lead

When the rain fall I’m a seed

When the pain come gotta leave

When the time come I’mma need an answer

Why we gotta take all these chances

Why, why, why

I need answers

Why, why, why

I need answers

Why, why, why

Roll something to this

Smoke something to this

Got more money to get

Came way too far to quit, yeah yeah

(yeah, yeah)

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Look ahead not back

Learned that way back

13 tryna earn a paycheck

I ain’t learn to play yet

**** workin too hard

Doing double shifts at the gig

I just wanna do it big

But it’s feeling like it’s rigged

Friend turn into strangers

Love turn into anger

I wear my heart on my sleeve

But it’s still on the hanger

Chest out tryna press the weight of the world and maxed out

**** be lying they capped out

The way of the world is mapped out

But I’m feeling like mine the best route

Gotta move different (gotta move different, gotta move)

It’s a lot of shit I gotta do

It’s a lotta shit I gotta prove

It’s a lot of toxic point of views

But I never take it as the truth

I be levitating in the booth

I be in the pocket like a cue

I be feeding everybody like the school

**** couldn’t even get a crumb back

Now the boy got a lunch sack

This the big big comeback

Hit the pack like a contact

Telling God I need more context

Telling God I need grandma back

Life is a trip I just grab my bag

Why we gotta take all these chances

Why, why, why

I need answers

Why, why, why

I need answers

Why, why, why

Roll something to this

Smoke something to this

Got more money to get

Came way too far to quit, yeah yeah

(yeah, yeah)

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Patience

Have a foot on solid ground

Looking for light in an empty space

I was hoping to be found by you

I stood in line and played by your rules

Still you kept me waiting

And called it patience

You gave me crooked looks

But I needed answers

Don’t give me patience

When I need answers

Don’t give me patience

When I need answers