[Verse 1: Roy Kunk Lug]
These motherfuckers acting like they know my situation
But I know they scared of any sort of inner contemplation
I’m coming from a place where people always fucking racin'
Money, bitches, cars, or just to take a miniature vacation
No one stops to think, what’s this man’s exasperation
They don’t realize it’s not black and white, fuck all dem dalmatians
I can’t afford my problems, I can only pay for rations
Half-baked thoughts never make for the greatest emotional foundation
[Chorus: Marge]
Big time, getting racks
Big pain, smoking packs
Life’s a bitch, that’s just facts
The present is my motherfucking past
Hey man, this my craft
Hey man, this my task
I don’t want this to last
Life’s just wind, it’ll pass
[Verse 2: Roy Kunk Lug]
I’ve spent too much time making up these sorry ass excuses
That I didn’t realize I had become an inconvenient nuisance
Times are always changing, but my dreams ain’t been so lucid
I’m holding onto all these names that were nothing but abusive
My music tells great stories about unordinary humans
But I wish it told the truth about my thoughts and my emotions
I’m screwing off these bolts until my mind is hella loosened
So that I can let myself become the man that I had never proven
Face your fate, do it, make your dreams congruent
Put your money on the line and tell it how you knew it
Crack the code, prove it, show the world the new you
Making money ain’t about the green, it’s how you grew it
My career is taking off but my soul is staying grounded
My lyrics breaking ground but my wellness ain’t well rounded
I’m coming from some wealth but my mind’s been gettin’ pounded
I want to be myself but I can’t in these surroundings
[Chorus: Marge]
Big time, getting racks
Big pain, smoking packs
Life’s a bitch, that’s just facts
The present is my motherfucking past
Hey man, this my craft
Hey man, this my task
I don’t want this to last
Life’s just wind, it’ll pass
[Verse 3: Roy Kunk Lug]
I’m closing off the gap between what’s fiction and what’s factual
And I’m starting now to realize that any love ain’t really actual
Nothing good can last forever no matter how fucking powerful
It’s like anything that makes you happy ain’t even allowable
I can’t help that my career progression is anything but gradual
And that my motivation for the game ain’t purely contractual
This isolation from my feels makes it all less valuable
Who cares about success when your happiness is clearly tactual
Slow the grind, move it, contain the rage inside you
Hold out for the moment when you’ll put the pain behind you
Make your mind, risk it, forget what you were put through
Stay away from all the shit that you’ve always been used to
Why I always scared of anything that’s been expected?
Why can’t I just rap the truth without feeling so subjected?
Why does my destiny feel like it’s already been erected?
Why do my calls for help always seem to get rejected?
[Chorus: Marge]
Big time, getting racks
Big pain, smoking packs
Life’s a bitch, that’s just facts
The present is my motherfucking past
Hey man, this my craft
Hey man, this my task
I don’t want this to last
Life’s just wind, it’ll pass