You're just outside my reach
You're so close, yeah
Yeah, yeah ay
You're just outside my reach
You're so close
So close, so close
Will I ever be what I plan to be
It's 2020 and I still ain't in a Bentley
I'm losing patience
They say I used to be so friendly
They ain't used to changes
But I been changed up on too much so now I can't think twice
I'm paranoid everything stressful sits inside my mind
That's why I'm talking less
When it comes to lies
When I was young I never pictured what life would be like
At 21 all I'm thinking is how it could be like
Or how it should be like, if everyone was doing right
This weed is a cheap way to get to paradise
And I watch who I'm paired up with
Who I find myself beside
Would I die beside 'em? Would they ride or runaway and hide?
Nobody's intentions exist without self benefit
Coulda rocked a tracksuit, but I got a better fit
When I put the ice on
Shit feel like some shoulder pads
Put my opps in body bags
Killing it I know they mad, ha
I'm more original than Netflix
I need to see your body in person, fuck textin'
I usually like to keep my private life separate from my personal
But I killed the pussy, this a funeral
Fuck it give me brain, like I'm stupid
Fuck a train babygirl I'm feeling coup-ish
Ruth's Chris for breakfast
So reckless, how I sent my message
Talk shit, but it sounds like projection
I shoot like it's do or die, no redemption
I just hope when it's my time I leave impressions
Face facts
Took a lotta steps to the top
Just retrace that
If you every find you're getting lost
Don't be ashamed about it
Rapping ain't no hobby, it ain't too late to switch your lanes around
How I'm headed for the top, it's like I fucking live around it
Some smoke in the air outside lemme see about it
Hopin' when I step outside that I got that automatic
It's just out of reach
Already broke the lock
They treat it like a breach
Bop bop
Two shots, nah
Send me to the lord so I can see my fuckin' pops, damn
You're just outside my reach
You're so close, you're so close
You're so close, you're so close
Yeah, ay
And you're just outside my range
My fingertips might graze your face
Your panties: silk, cotton, string or lace
The wrong time is our favourite place
But when we get a chance, to lock hands it always seems
Like you're so close but you're so out of reach
Where have you been this whole damn time?
I need you
Be mine