Cutting Corners

Yeah

Look, I'm just hopin' that you miss me

'Cause I'm really tryin', really tryin'

Always feel like something's missin'

When I think about us, think about us

Yeah, I've been livin' life on faith, you know

And if you don't know Eagle, I hope this song will set it straight you know, yeah

'Cause I remember when they doubted me

Same **** called me back and told me that they proud of me, yeah

I mean, we all got baggage

It's a long drive to Heaven and I'm just tryin' to put some gas in

It breaks my heart when I call my mom to come and see me

'Cause she thinks I got money now since she see me on the TV

But, she never seems to believe me when I tell her it's not that easy, but

I guess we'll figure that out, yeah

Too many people leave the world without changin' it

And when I realized I wasn't perfect was the same time I started embracin' it

Yeah, I love your flaws, stop erasin' it

And you got problems, homie, so start facin' it, yeah

And stop jockin', and start racin' it

'Cause life is long njayam', so start pacin' it

When you pack your gun, don't forget to pack your bible, too

'Cause I remember times when I was suicidal, too

It's okay to lose your temper, my ****

It's okay to roll some weed and get on your level, my ****

It's okay, it's okay, it'll be okay, it's okay

You get on your knees and you pray, and you thank God for this day, yeah

Both parents don't think I'm grateful enough

And I hope I don't lose her, tryna be faithful enough, yeah

My sister's always worried about what Shane's gonna say (Shane's gonna say)

I seen her poppin' pills to make the pain go away

She thinkin' 'bout the sun to make the rain go away (Rain go away)

And she lookin' at the roof to make the blame go away

I'm just hopin' that you miss me (I'm just hopin' that you miss me)

'Cause I'm really tryin' ('Cause I'm really tryin')

Always feel like something's missing (Always feel like something's missing now)

When I think about us, (When I think about us) Think about us

Yeah, I'm losin' weight 'cause I'm not eatin' the same

And I got bags under my eyes 'cause I'm not sleepin' the same, yeah

Tryna bring revelation and shit

And shout out all my **** gettin' educated and shit, yeah

And shout out all my **** with they 9 to 5 jobs

Still think about their dreams when they got some time off, yeah

You hate your job, but it's better than bein' broke

And workin' minimum wage just to stay afloat, yeah

Your life's gotta be worth more than fifty rand an hour

And when you turn to crime, they call you a coward, yeah

That's just how it goes these days

I pray to God I'm blessed and that my art still pays