Look out the window

See past it, but we're fainting reflections

You never laugh like you used to, you have fainter expressions

You heading down the wrong path and they, changing directions

Maybe don't mention 'bout how I made me your blessing

And lately I question the shit that was taught to me

I'm awkwardly stopping these conversations

Hey, how long you waiting 'til you wake up and think "god, you made it"

I don't like to dwell, but man I gotta say it

Don't like my songs but you still gotta play it

Don't like your road, just send WA, Dr. Dre

Stop contemplating and stop complaining

And recreate it

Actually, don't reacreate it

Be creative

Reached the place but you still vibing that shit when we replay it

Living a life of pain just to alleviate it

When you haven't used nothing but the [?] to really take it

Yeah

Maybe they'll change when they see we made it

We heading out to new platforms and leaving the basics



Some people find it in the drink or in the cup

Or in some bling or in the drug

Or in the things that give us love

We're just tryna find the great escape

(We're just tryna find the great escape)

We're just tryna find the great escape

(Sometimes I don't know what'll make it ok, make it ok)

(I'm snoring all day for dreams)



Yeah

My creative process is making progress

Despite my back on I haven't gotten to playing lacrosse yet

Don't you know we got a good thing going

I've been watching all these shows while I could be showing

I've been, creeping up on the door, so dangerous

You looking at statistics while I'm figuring how I'm changing them

I done learned so many things in my past life

Now I don't give a single shit about the rap life

That's nice, ain't it

That's nice to be given advice when I paint it

Have twice much the fame

And I can't even comprehend that much in the future

Hating the teacher but you loving the tutor

Enter the game, I'm a fucking intruder

Stealing all these flows, man I'm stuck as a looter

Procrastinating 'cause my fucking computer

No willpower, I'm just stuck as a loser



Some people find it in the drink or in the cup

Or in some bling or in the drug

Or in the things that give us love

We're just tryna find the great escape

(We're just tryna find the great escape)

We're just tryna find the great escape

(Sometimes I don't know what'll make it ok, make it ok)

(I'm snoring all day for dreams)