Lyrics

Woke up to a bunch of congratulations That's validation for my recent graduation Now I wish the world would leave me alone Wish my friends who got jobs would stop blowing up my phone I'm feeling stressed what you mean it's ok I moved home with student loans that I couldn't pay Goddamn, I never made a plan that's their fucking job Got so busy doing stupid shit I guess I got forgot I don't know man, doesn't seem right I threw my resume out there that shit on multiple sites No bites, no interviews tryna figure out the move But this shit is overwhelming so I sit back and booze The pressure to figure out in a hurry has got me stressin' The direction I'm headed is kinda blurry The depression is concerning it's possessive I've been hurting My head is below the surface must confessed that I'm worried Don't worry about that job, don't worry about that rate Just keep on moving everything gonn' be ok Sooner or later, just take a little time to reflect And ask yourself if you've been working hard to find out what's next I know the method to the pen and pad is not overnight Could put 10,000 hours into this before it takes flight That goes for everyone, this applies to more than just rapping Long as you making active moves to have pursuit of your passion We gonn' be fine, and we gonn' figure it out Shit I was 23 rapping out of my parent's house That shit is humbling, I wonder if they questioned me once I wonder if there was a moment they felt bad for their son Who knows, I never stuck around to figure it out I made a move across the country had to drive the whole route And now we cruising out in Cali making moves in a hurry If I could tell my 23 year old self not to worry, yo I was stressed out
Writer(s): Craig Logan, Kim Loraine Appleby, George De Angelis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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