Push the schedule back another day

My ambitions fuck em i ain't celibate

How my feet ain't movin but I'm runnin late

Feel like I'm improvin till i slip again

I be fightin demons pistol poppin

What's behind my fear and vices is a better me

Thoughts intrusive sayin I would never be

What i hope to be so i don't let em in

I feel an imbalance in my sleep

I ponder my dreams and what do i got

Just hurdles and hitches that come from me

My deeds my sins I'm countin a lot

The fucks i gave so generously to things that wasn't buildin me up

I suffer from stagnance helplessly

I do what i can it still ain't enough

Last year said ill be on the top

This year I ain't doin enough

Yesterday i was ready to drop

Right now i think something is off

The EQ the pannin im way to demandin

I want me a grammy off one track its funny

There go my fears i might need to run

To kill all my vices i might need to

Wanna do better I wanna do better

But soon as i get up to do it i crash

Man it's whatever I promised I'm leavin my mark

On the surface there's barely a scratch

Maybe I'm better off maybe not good enough

Maybe I'm trippin okay that's a stretch

I could be rhymin and i could be grindin

With time that I'm wastin on tryna get ass

Im a new person but the aim stayed the same

Still tryna make a M make a name

Still focused still I'm locked in

But I'm not perfect still got pain still got shame

Everything I wish I was i became

Still i find it's not enough what a shame

Always wantin somethin more

I know it's a flaw

Love yours but is love not a game only fools play

I can't play

What's the definition of a rat race

When you stay grindin but you lack pace

Kinda how I'm livin but I'm not fazed

Now i stare at failure with a blank face

Stay strivin when I'm not praised

On the road to riches surfin couches

On the road to riches i got uh uh

20 20 vision i had before

Now it's hard to see like the son of a nun

Courtesy when you stuck in the mud

But the prophecy says you where you belong

Give your all and see pay for this shit with blood

It's the recipe to return as a god

Doin my best but still my L's consecutive i think Im on a run

Back broke I ain't getting shit handed

Still broke I ain't wearin shit branded

Still float even when I'm surrounded by oceans and there's no boat

My old habits like willis

They die hard like Achilles

I push change and I'm willin

But really i try hard but it's silly

Wanna do better I wanna do better

But soon as i get up to do it i crash

Man it's whatever I promised I'm leavin my mark

On the surface there's barely a scratch

Maybe I'm better off maybe not good enough

Maybe I'm trippin okay that's a stretch

I could be rhymin and i could be grindin

With time that I'm wastin on tryna get ass

Push the schedule to another day

My ambitions fuck em i ain't celibate

How my feet ain't movin but I'm runnin late

Feel like I'm improvin till i slip again

I be fightin demons pistol poppin

What's behind my fear and vices is a better me

Thoughts intrusive sayin I would never be

What i hope to be so i don't let em in