Quit feelin' bad for yourself That shit is bad for your health If I gave up on the music I wouldn't have nothin' else So I guess I'ma just write it out Pen to the pad and I'm vibin' out Bullet on my tongue and I'm bitin' down When the beat drop gotta find the bounce Write it out Way too many thoughts when I'm lyin' down Tryna make a living offa word of mouth Easier said than done, everything is though I'm gettin' pissed though, cause I don't think that anyone's this dope I miss those days when I didn't do shit bro I wonder how I'm ever gonna fuckin' get rich yo My lease runnin out, I need something that sits low The money comin slow but its alright I be at the show goin all night They really wanna know if the flow tight They put me on the spot, off the dome life They say that I could blow up in no time Girls steady tyin up my phone lines My worst enemy is my own mind I really think I'm sittin on a gold mine I get in my zone, and write it out When I feel alone, I write it out Cold in the winter I'm flyin' south (flyin' south, flyin' south) I get in my zone, and write it out When I feel alone, I write it out Stick to the road, and ride it out, write it out Yea I just need to get my thoughts out I been feelin fuckin' lost wow I don't know where I'ma end up Got the money gotta spend up I just want somethin' different I want someone to listen I been feelin' hella distant Put your hands up if you with it Put it on paper, put it on a pad Write it in a notebook, and never look back The flow is so abundant and my mind is always runnin' So I'm always up to somethin', bouta make a couple tracks That'll make a couple stacks, or at the very least Will make a couple people laugh, maybe feel less sad That's the only goal, with this music anyways, if it pays And I can play at any place, I'ma take that The money comin' slow but its alright I be at the show goin all night They really wanna know if the flow tight They put me on the spot off the dome life They say that I could blow up in no time Girls steady tyin' up my phone lines My worst enemy is my own mind I really think I'm sittin' on a gold mine I get in my zone, and write it out When I feel alone, I write it out Cold in the winter I'm flyin' south (flyin' south, flyin' south) I get in my zone, and write it out When I feel alone, I write it out Stick to the road, and ride it out, write it out Yea