[Verse 1] DeLaZoo

Time's kinda like a bad ass child the way it won't sit still

While I'm sitting, wishing, waiting 'til my hopes get real

It passes

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 class

'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 shit 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 hell 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 fuck 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 fuck up kid

With that car crash and school failing drug test shit

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 piss them off with me

[Chorus}