I cut back on drugs just to relapse
I'm trying to relax
I ready up and check on my mic just off of feedback
If I keep it a G stack
Been reeling from the position of taking like 3 steps
Just to stop dead and take 3 back
Doors closed, doors open, man I can see that
But all the ones around ain't working don't think my keys match
Only so many times they gon' take all my guarantees back
Only so many times they gon' listen you say you'll be back
I can't fathom a thing
Been wrestling with my past I got back in the ring
I've been broken down before they put my ass in a sling
Nigga start the count, I been holding back what I bring
I been knocked silly, popped in the jaw
It don't rock with me
Boxed in some ways if I talked you would not believe
Swapped my perspective I blocked all else optically
Now I give 100 percent when nobody watching me
Approval through the roof between me myself and I
But it's wise to consider all the times that I've lied
Saying I'm doing better I've been trying to decide
If any of this is worth all of the time that I've tried
I'm seeing the stormy weather, gray clouds in my eyes
I'm seeing the stormy weather, gray clouds in my eyes
Seeing the stormy weather, gray clouds in my eyes
Gray clouds in my eyes