When I wake up
When im sleeping
Ill be waiting for the weekend
While youre waiting
I be seeking
All these lyrics that i have to write
When I wake up
When im sleeping
Ill be waiting for the weekend
While youre waiting
I be seeking
All these lyrics that i have to write
Writing on this page
Throughout my day and age
Writing all my thoughts
Im stuck in this little cage
Shit is magic like a mage
Yeah I wish I could explain
Why I never write bout my pain
Its too late im eight bars in like the letter H
Im 16 tryna get some p's
Forgot bout the Q's
Now I need the answer
To the clues through the blues
My mind and my soul is fused
But i keep feeling used
Writings on this page going past every story
I want this feeling to last yeah this very glory
Of being able to write all these bars
Without having vultures out there to bite
And leave some scars
I wanna be able to lay at night and look at the stars
When everybody feels bright yeah I still feel harsh
Time passes quickly i mean its already march
When I wake up
When im sleeping
Ill be waiting for the weekend
While youre waiting
I be seeking
All these lyrics that i have to write
When I wake up
When im sleeping
Ill be waiting for the weekend
While youre waiting
I be seeking
All these lyrics that i have to write