Verse 1 [Prop Dylan]

It’s like I’m stuck inside a thinking pattern

Stuck in this rap game but really I could split an atom

Follow the steps that my mother took, but instead of

Reading science books I wished I’d spit it live on Jimmy Fallon

Drink a gallon of Guinness stouts at a city tavern

And stumble home now vision blurred out with a shitty balance

Smoke Philly blunts and lose my mind like Lilly Allen

These newer times will have me moving to a fishing cabin

Stuck in my hometown, the low down dirty Bolanche

Now where the melancholy perfectly bonds, up with the boredom

And common peoples curtains are drawn, that’s why I started

Visualize about the world and beyond, and I’m gone

Still a world wide traveler, chasing my oasis

Like Liam and Noel Gallagher, the designated driver survivor and not the passenger

Leave it up to me I’d move every day UP in the calendar

Chorus [Fashawn & Prop Dylan]

Its like I’m stuck in an error

Either above the clouds

Or I’m under the weather, whenever

I’m stuck, stuck up on the daily grind

I remind myself that stuck is just a state of mind

Verse 2 [Fashawn]

It's what I'm used to, being stuck in neutral

Til I expanded, dilated like my mothers pupils

Corner quick sand, something deeper just to get grands

Hit the penitent, and got my wrist band

Shit man, time stood still but I still stood time

Couldn't stand being broke I know I should grind

This chronic got me, thinking bout escaping from the pavement

Buying acres in Jamaica, vacations in Croatia

I learned stuck just a mind state, grind early grind late

Til he up like the crime rate, I thought I'd never leave this

Concrete jungle, too busy out here going ape with my prime apes

I took a pen and redesigned my faith, now he defines what's great

Lames trying relate, stuck at home now I'm out of town

I jot it down, while Apollo Brown provide the sound, like that

Chorus [Fashawn & Prop Dylan]

Its like I’m stuck in an error

Either above the clouds

Or I’m under the weather, whenever

I’m stuck, stuck up on the daily grind

I remind myself that stuck is just a state of mind

Verse 3 [Prop Dylan]

Listen, It’s like I’m stuck in an era, came to ruffle some feathers

But had enough of the pressure, that I be putting on myself

To crowd please ’em, and came to the conclusion that I genuinely I got love for this era

So fuck it whatever, ain’t playing tug of war with family

But fuck out of dodge when it comes to underdog mentalities

Cuz that’s when they only root for you once until you win

Then you’re stuck wishing for sudden loss of gravity

It’s all insanity, stuck inside my comfort zone

NOW If I wasn’t, I’d double up the money flow a hundredfold

The runners on my feet's for when the trumpets blow

Still trying to squeeze a diamond out a fucking lump of coal

And if you're lyrical with rhyming, then your numbers low

Guess I’m the living definition that it wasn’t so

See I hate being stuck, and love leaving

But nothing beats the unequivocal feeling of coming home

[I’m in my fucking zone]

Chorus [Fashawn & Prop Dylan]

Its like I’m stuck in an error

Either above the clouds

Or I’m under the weather, whenever

I’m stuck, stuck up on the daily grind

I remind myself that stuck is just a state of mind