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[verse 1] delazoo

time’s kinda like a bad -ss child the way it won’t sit still
while i’m sitting, wishing, waiting ’til my hopes get real
it p-sses
people change start forgetting your name
’til you realize every barrier that you broke is rebuilt
i was a, weird kid, the type you ignored in cl-ss
’till i found rap, fashioned it an event for me
year later packing local venues, opening for majors, and you couldn’t begin to think what that meant to me
while i tried to shake my city under, still, when they moved on
following new trends and they’re singing the new song
which new kids are singing, who allegedly bring it
kinda sad my voice gets hooked but i’ve been gone for too long
to even begin to think that i’d be holding the spot
see these k-zoo kids rapping whether they know me or not
i relate to them, not even to lesser degrees
when the viewers new dlz’s buzz is better than me?
ain’t no hard feelings buddy, i just hope i helped your path
that sh-t wasn’t easy for me, city didn’t have my back
’til i gave it to them, silver platter, opening for people they admired
now i gotta couples listens on my track
so i’m, sitting here in this empty apartment
and maybe it’ll feel like home, where music is started
but even if nothing happens, it’s been a h-ll of a year
don’t know where i’m headed yet, but i know it’s better than here

[hook]
i’m here, on my own
still made a promise to myself
in one or two i’m coming back home
and never remember why i first left
it’s funny how instantly that i’ve grown too all the people i’m supposed too
but every step from my home is towards somewhere better than this

[verse 2]

got arrogant for a second
figured my youtube buzz was a type of movement of sorts
nothing like an unprepared meeting with atlantic records to remind you just what in the f-ck you’re doing this for
a&r said, “decent lines, didn’t really feel it, didn’t hear a pov and never saw a true me.”
but who’s to blame for that, walking in there with an ego
trying to chop myself a label off of “calm, cool, clean”
i just never wanna be, rapper, a privileged teen
with a canon 5d that my parents got me
super hd videos every other week
lil snapback, mac miller, cut and copies
money in my pocket does not mean that it’s mine
and until i lay a claim i am not flaunting a dime
i was raised with some seldom opportunities
i’ll handle whip and houses
it’s only a matter of time before i make my parents proud of their f-ck up kid
with that car crash and school failing drug test sh-t
another mortifying meeting with the pta
to acknowledge that i probably wasn’t easy to raise
and for every vulgar show that you were up in the front
and every time a teacher called for you to stick up for your son
if i make it to the grammy’s, i’ll buy my momma something pretty
and i’ll walk her down the carpet so she’ll p-ss them off with me

[chorus}

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