Move if you don't know why I'm here I got one day off this week I'm trying to chill and go to Brasil Well, anywhere really I come in swinging my sword gun and the whistle in hand Don't buy into stereotypes I got these digital vans with a hole in the toe Man they keep me from being conceited too much Figure this black man working the backhand Used to have tea and a prayer with Pac-Man Honorable only in mentions Graduate satellite floating from Cincy Putting off hours of rest on my quest Got me looking like Cynthia's best You not the homie you telling me stay where I'm at Love and tragedy come in a set Here for myself Need an advance I'm trying to break free of the way it goes Needed more days Attempting to fly Keeping the path Me and this world I see the disguise Waiting on a place you know Waiting on a place to go My signature decrees that nobody know me Value propelling me through The filmic society The point and they laugh like they close to me I'm only right here cause I'm supposed to be Wondering what in the world do you have for me They taking my hope like democracy You won't find me believing again If I have to wait for the gold You keep your soul Working the room till my batteries dead I hold my stand with a paycheck in hand Keeping my angle you'll see where I fold But that's never Like Marty, wassup and do better My celebratory confession is inching me closer to sleeping through nights Whoever said I was nice Here for myself Need an advance I'm trying to break free of the way it goes Needed more days Attempting to fly Keeping the path Me and this world I see the disguise Waiting on a place you know Waiting on a place to go