Spirited Away

How often do you get good friends? Or meet a decent woman with some good sense? I been overthinking to no end, I got money to spend but I been in my head Will I ever make it out? I been stressing living with this self doubt This rappin’ my passion, I’m overreactin’ Mistakes from the past just always have me asking How often do you get good friends? (Oh) I don’t really wanna take that chance (No) Now we laying here with no pants We did it again It’s so hard to pretend Pretend like I’m not that guy Who fuck with pretty women just to pass time Girl I’m on my grind so I can’t make you mine no I’m making the climb from nobody to idol I been suicidal There’s people I’ve lost that I ain’t make no time for There’s people I’ve lost that I hurt and I lied to When I write from my mind man I’m seeing the signs too I made plenty cry too, I’ve lived in denial, I know how it feel just to spin in a spiral Until you so lost you just stuck for a while I know it must feel like you fake every smile So How often do you get good friends? Or meet a decent woman with some good sense? I been overthinking to no end, I got money to spend but I been in my head Will I ever make it out? (Oh) I been stressing living with this self doubt though This rappin’ my passion, I’m overreacting Mistakes from the past just always have me asking Beam me up Scotty Shawty got body gave top ridin’ shotty We hot like wasabi Robbin’ your shot, mobbin’ John Gotti They not trynna sign me, quiero mas money Slime would still front me like that shit was nothing Bitch while you was fussin’ we jus put more love in Red that’s my brother we flow off each other cuz we on another No talking just trust it Came up on Russett If you know then you know I don’t gotta discuss it We jus been rushin’ to bust in these functions, touch us then you gushin’, my homies would love it If you try me bitch With my guy you bitch Gotta go, never know how much time you get (Uh, Yeah) Chasin’ paystubs, say I changed up I still face blunts like it’s day one Never saved one, not a caped one Send my moms on paid vacation Fuck the game I play the station Skyscraper, lay the basement Slide later need your patience Never cater to no fake shit Imma slay her, like I’m Jason Not a player, bitch I’m Naismith This the game that I created I designed it you just play it Me and Red keepin’ shit on lock like it’s fuckin’ Shawshank Came up from the gutters feel like mother fuckin’ Scarface You fucking with the beat & you listen what the bars say You’d know that you should fuck with us the mother fuckin’ long way I want my respect I put my codes into SoundCloud & told em to cut me a check Bitch we up next Probably best you invest in protectin’ ya muh fuckin’ neck Run with the set Only incentive is layin’ these bummy ass rappers to rest Homie don’t stress, pedal I press, man I’m too blessed to be feeling depressed Best