Finer Days

Inspiration plenty, motivation none But my pockets heavy 2016 I finally settled on my dreams but didn't chase 'em I was too busy livin' life "I'll never make it!" That's what I said to myself back in December You can call me Kanye West That was my coldest winter I haven't been the same since then I go so many people in my circle but fuck them I'm not sayin' that I hate 'em I'm just sayin' I can do this rap shit without 'em John, Nate, and Pseudo Word to Kuzco because I got that new groove! I'm old news I don't need that fast flow for popularity I just need to write the shit on my mind that's wearin' me It's kinda like a therapy session I change mindsets like every single hoe you have sex with That's word to Sami, you've been on my mind, nevermind Don't worry 'bout it Mom, what I'm rappin' is none of your business I remember sittin' in the front of the bus in 4th grade M6 all alone at 6 in the morning, starin' out at an empty highway Joy in full swing, couldn't wait to get to school just to sleep through the whole thing I remember back of the bus writing comic books I had that storyline that made your skin shook Constantly remembering the negative, I'd just write and draw I like that nobody knew my past the way that I saw Pickin' apart the pieces of 4th grade year October 2020, wrote a story and shed tears I'm reminiscing 'bout the past, lemme get out of here I'm guessing nowadays all we can do is just say "cheers" And be forever grateful 'bout the past while focusing on today Little did I know I'm gonna be right back here anyway All I gotta do is wait for that time and place Meanwhile I sit back and still dream of the finer days Finer days, yeah, finer days Still daydreaming 'bout the finer days