(Verse 1)
Im that
Dreamer kid who was way too ambitious
Chilling at the pond of life, fishing for wishes
Riches? Please! won’t get any
Got love and home, to me it seems plenty
Saying, “what’s the point?” doesn’t label me a slacker
When everybody somehow is now a rapper
“there he goes another wannabe just bragging
Wait till the part about the money he’s stacking”
From the bottom of the pond trying to float to the surface
You could say im nervous by brains has no service
Live only once, so like elvis move the pelvis
Back and forth, god, what we’ve done to deserve this
That is well, if I believed in him anyway
Emotions not a mannequin, not on display
It’s a no show, keep a low pro, I don’t know so take some notes though
Like suppose to

(verse 2)
How do you relate to music, about ass, cash
Grass in a gas mask?
Overused shit
That confuse stupid, loose kids
That listen to the radio’s new hit, that stereo movement
Agreed weed is dope, it all should be legal
You loose if that tell me that booze is not lethal
I just don’t wanna end up at alone with a big mac
And a six pack, dumping bud into a zig zag
With a steady diet of jack in the box
And a constant exercise of jacking it off
Uh you may say that’s disgusting
But that’s the kind life of husband that’s hustling
Like lotto, my motto is just moderation
Its auto , hear bono, and im like change the station
Nah man just kidding, don’t be an idiot
Id never wanna be in the radio, period
(Verse 3)
Not to complicate like driving with a stickshift
On the outside im a dipshit that causes lots of mischief
But on the inside my minds never resting
My brains version 2.0, beta testing
Interesting, life is good my dude
So if your want a first impression just bump this tune
Im not farmer, give a fuck if my work fruitless
I only rap out of passion and break all delusions
All opinions passed down are lost in me
Maybe that’s why I made my own philosophy
About goodness, or evil of the many brah
In the real world its just a gray area
Wait a second is he messing, sounds like hes preaching?
Easy resting on those lessons, nothing to be teaching
I could write a book and it wouldn’t be made more clear
Make your own damn path, you the dude in the mirror