[Intro]
I found some good in something I thought only could be bad
I took a chance, and figured out some things I shouldn't have
I'm glad I waited on it
I'm glad the feeling faded
I'm glad I saw myself experience what's real and fake
I always took the time, but never cared enough
I never pulled alarms; was never scared enough
I'm still a cynic but I finally see some sunny days
And I'mma use 'em 'til my life is feeling Major League
[Verse 1]
BANG - they're shootin' down my dreams
Been grippin' on this cup so much you'd think I'm sippin that lean
But no. Even though I was trippin' scrapin' up knees -
- I got right back on that mic, and let that pain do all that it needs
Cause I needed that, yellow light, red light. Fuck yieldin'.
Walkin' home with that wasted gift. Slow homeruns - Cecil Fielder
I made it home with that latch key. Dead bolts can't match me
I'm Usain with that who's sane. Like nascar my tracks meet
I'm Pro-tools on this cat walk. They're broken ankles, and back talk
Fuck that! I'm Thaddeus. Stay young on the boards, and the asphalt
I make it thunder, and bring the heat
Don't make it rain, but I make 'em leak
You catch my drift as they wet their beak
And those birds are blessed with that
Need to freak - and I hope it's me
So I puff my chest like an alpha male - in a beta test
I'm a peacock. I make that beat rock
They reminisce, and they see how smooth like Pete Rock
I found some good in something I thought only could be bad
I took a chance, and figured out some things I shouldn't have
I'm glad I waited on it
I'm glad the feeling faded
I'm glad I saw myself experience what's real and fake
I always took the time, but never cared enough
I never pulled alarms; was never scared enough
I'm still a cynic but I finally see some sunny days
And I'mma use 'em 'til my life is feeling Major League
[Verse 1]
BANG - they're shootin' down my dreams
Been grippin' on this cup so much you'd think I'm sippin that lean
But no. Even though I was trippin' scrapin' up knees -
- I got right back on that mic, and let that pain do all that it needs
Cause I needed that, yellow light, red light. Fuck yieldin'.
Walkin' home with that wasted gift. Slow homeruns - Cecil Fielder
I made it home with that latch key. Dead bolts can't match me
I'm Usain with that who's sane. Like nascar my tracks meet
I'm Pro-tools on this cat walk. They're broken ankles, and back talk
Fuck that! I'm Thaddeus. Stay young on the boards, and the asphalt
I make it thunder, and bring the heat
Don't make it rain, but I make 'em leak
You catch my drift as they wet their beak
And those birds are blessed with that
Need to freak - and I hope it's me
So I puff my chest like an alpha male - in a beta test
I'm a peacock. I make that beat rock
They reminisce, and they see how smooth like Pete Rock
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