Man, I hate when I feel like this
Rising above emotion to the thinking of God, yo
[Verse 1]
I got a cloud floating over me
Lately I’ve been noticing my total vibe and energy ain’t where it’s supposed to be
Always in a dry mood
Can’t seem to recapture my stride, dude, no matter how many times I try to
I once felt similar
I don’t wanna do nothin’ but shoot ball, come home and listen to the Minister
The skies look sinister
It’s like I’m inside of a storm with the calm sitting outside the perimeter
Anxieties I can’t release ‘em
My dreams dangling a foot in front of me but somehow I can’t reach ‘em
I’m gettin’ kinda frustrated
Don’t you hate it when you gotta come up off some money when you just made it
Like damn, what do this mean?
It’s like things gettin’ more messed up the more brother try to fix things
I’m just tryna warn you
I’m at a point where not being happy feels normal
[Chorus]
I can’t get it off
It’s like a hundred pound weight strapped to me
Can’t run and can’t walk
I can’t get it off
Straight jackin’, feet shackled with some duct tape covering my mouth
I’m just tryna be a grown man, grown man
I’m just tryna be a grown man, a grown man, yeah
Rising above emotion to the thinking of God, yo
[Verse 1]
I got a cloud floating over me
Lately I’ve been noticing my total vibe and energy ain’t where it’s supposed to be
Always in a dry mood
Can’t seem to recapture my stride, dude, no matter how many times I try to
I once felt similar
I don’t wanna do nothin’ but shoot ball, come home and listen to the Minister
The skies look sinister
It’s like I’m inside of a storm with the calm sitting outside the perimeter
Anxieties I can’t release ‘em
My dreams dangling a foot in front of me but somehow I can’t reach ‘em
I’m gettin’ kinda frustrated
Don’t you hate it when you gotta come up off some money when you just made it
Like damn, what do this mean?
It’s like things gettin’ more messed up the more brother try to fix things
I’m just tryna warn you
I’m at a point where not being happy feels normal
[Chorus]
I can’t get it off
It’s like a hundred pound weight strapped to me
Can’t run and can’t walk
I can’t get it off
Straight jackin’, feet shackled with some duct tape covering my mouth
I’m just tryna be a grown man, grown man
I’m just tryna be a grown man, a grown man, yeah
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