Aspiring rapper, couldn't find this beat on RU-vid so decided to try and remake it. It's not perfect, but please enjoy. I do not own any of the music in this video, all rights reserved to Jack Harlow and his team
Still working Still waking up looking for real purpose Still trying to figure out what it's gon' take Still trying to find connection with some real surface level types Back when I was young, I used to pedal bikes Now I'm riding cross country, doing several nights In and out the Sprinter van, pull up, get the levels right Get a bite to eat, do the show, and then we settle like What could be a better life? But I'm still staring at the ceiling in my bed at night Thinking 'bout what I don't got yet Why I'm not hot yet Why the last project was something that I thought would make me something that I'm not yet It's all a work in progress That's what they tell me and I respond with, "I guess" I been wanting to get something off my chest But it's not time yet It might never be time My kid won't get no screen time At least that's what I'd like to think 'Cause my childhood was filled with tree climbs And Oatmeal Creme Pies and looking at the street signs I guess that he gon' be fine, or she will I just feel like it's hard to be thrilled in times like this When our hands can't keep still And if it's not Insta then it's emails There's beauty in the details So I'ma try my best to pay attention to 'em Spend your day with this and it can get you through it I ain't seen an institute since I ended schooling Used to hate it, now my dreams take place in it Sun shine through the blinds 'til I wake in it I just got done stretching like the eighth inning Now it's time to get something 'fore the day's finished I got Well wishes in my cellphone from my classmates that let themselves go Well aware that I'm well known Know we had a stretch of time between us that you felt close to me, but It's been a minute since Did I change or did they rob me of my innocence? Inner city kids I grew up with, we had some differences But inside gymnasiums, it's almost like they didn't exist Time's tickin', my mom's 50 Told me that she been thinkin' 'bout spending time different It's more precious, what if I took the same method at 21 and adopted it? Sometimes I feel like I'm tripping for dipping out of town while my pops living still Palms itching, but this money is not Benadryl Ain't no pattern to the way I tend to feel It's all over the place I'ma lower the shades and sleep in I ran into a kid I grew up with He shook my hand and told me, "No one thought you'd do this shit" I can't relate, but see, I understand 'Cause when they hear me now compared to back then it's like, "Who is this?" Don't know if I changed, but the music did In my old shit, I used to just admit things Now I sit around and wonder, "Is that something you admit?" 'Cause when I hear it, all I do is cringe I guess I did change Two years in ATL Before I moved, I had never got drunk Now I'm getting tore up like an ACL Meeting people that my friends idolize That they only ever get a chance to see on they TL Artists that they playing through a JBL In somebody's basement, smoking, getting wasted Something in the air and I can taste it 2018 I couldn't be on my own Every night I'd call a girl and fall asleep on the phone I guess it was how I coped with leaving from home Discipline, I gotta keep in control It gets more difficult to rap every day 'Cause it's less and less things that feel like worth saying Nothing is for sure except life sure ends I tried to keep that in mind but it's not workin'
I moved so far away from home I’ve been hangin with women Just so I don’t feel alone But really is that wrong they tell me that They love me but leave with things rough I blame it on the drugs , sometimes I just can’t get enough I thank em for the lessons cause that shit made me tough I feel stuck , I need love , what the fuck
i meet a stranger and my confidence shot first impressions, i tend to smile, nodding a lot look for old faces, then repeat the same old phrases can’t tell if you can tell if its bravado or not or am i trying too hard can you sense that im convincing you im fine when im not i got a laid back demeanor real quiet and calm but can you see the cylinders my mind is firing on? (shit)
Verse 1 Why am I pressed over read texts and Snapchat/ When deep down I know in real life I can have that/ Don’t treat me like those sugar daddy’s in your cash app/ The rejection gives my self worth a bad rap Do I really not care that she’s into me/ Or am I just scared she can love me unconditionally/ Super hesitant bout whom I share my energy/ It’s gotta be both beneficial physically and mentally Well aware that I’m delusional/ Thinking that I’ll rap instead of desk top cubicles/ Visualize success like as if it’s something you should know/ Friends serving looks trying to tell me it’s my cue to go/ Having bad thoughts like am I manic/ They feel real think the devils trying to plan it/ They tell me stand up straight like that scene from the titanic/ But I just see the waves and then I start to panic/ Verse 2 Wrote this shit kinda drunk out in quarantine/ Scroll my feed tap like on boring meme/ Sorta feels as if life is a boring dream/ I feel the walls closing in like I’m Charlie sheen/ Trying to make it in the music biz/ Tryna occupate a space where only few can live/ My opponents working twice as hard to do this shit/ So I’m out here every single day this shit is ludacris At what point do I exempt giving all of me/ Especially when I know honesty’s the policy/ Feeling like I hit a swish with the ball from 3/ It’s how honest how I feel I don’t issue no apologies/ Back and forth in real life and you were real tight/ I just wanna know what the pussy feel like/ We could leave the bar and turn this to a real night/ Shooters shoot but if you lose that’s the real price/ Verse 3 What if by the time that I crossover like A.I/ I’ll be out of work from the crossover of A.I/ Will they still prefer the real work of a guy/ Time tends to be the best revealer of a lie/ In and out the crooked spots/ I can’t even spit a verse unless the hook is hot/ You say runner up I say I got a wicked shot/ Transformed then I blew up like I’m Megan fox/ Can’t respect the shit unless I know the beat is hot/ Shit was gas real fast when the needle dropped/ Its not rocket science you can see that she’s a thot/ Had to check the chick cause she been eating all my pizza pops/ Had your chance don’t come cryin to me/ I’m essential I’m her vitamin D/ On my line now your vying for cheese/ But it’s airplane mode off the coast of Belize/
Fuck a beat don’t need a tempo, Feel like I’m alone and I’ve let all my friends go Not because I’m better but because I feel they heads cold Put my water in a glass my environment just how I mold Head down, leave the town, write my pain till it’s back around At least I confronted the pain of smoking all the pounds But my ego hungry and upset so my thoughts still linger in the clouds Trapped in, my mind or my environment Friends settling making me wanna join retirement But I can’t stand the feeling of being complacent So I sit in a room and peace of mind becomes adjacent Like what the fuck did I miss place it? No I lost awareness and strangely won’t retrace it I’m fed up T’d up Punch me in the gut till my intuition starts to speak up Motherfucker will u wake up Monotony been stopping me I can’t find reason just to chase love Golden platter in my hand but I’ll pass and eat the cake up Abuse my mind find reality then we’ll make up Enter bliss couple seconds of that fake love Then hop back on the train of all that fake stuff Pain, lingers on my mind All the texts tell me I don’t need time But in a moment, this new song got a sweet chime Ahh yea, that bitch is so fine Wonder if she’ll love the surface value me in my free time Sitting on a beach emotions breach’s seat in the quick sand Waves go in and out, but I still question all my inner doubts Let it pass but why that if I can keep the same around Misery been living company even when he’s out of town Calling on his phone even when breaths the only present sound Static, tv static Back round noise to keep the feet moving automatic Fucking black magic Everything because of me a truth that always seems so tragic Holding the controller but rather throw it due to bad habits Want the best but still attracting all the bad traffic Wack ratchets Everybody lost at least for me man I done had it Fist bumpin and frontin, and junkie line hoppin Authenticity and joy full in its simplicities But I can’t enjoy it for what? It’s still a mystery But then flash and I’m gone, white washed in history.
My intentions is pure But you won’t kno that for sure Till I open up dem doors And show you that there is more To life. than Ig pics and Snapchat’s Or them fakes ass hashtags Dey write in them captions Knowing they ass cappin But who I am to judge Im just a product of my environment Tryna make do with what I’m provided with Cuz I ain have a pot to piss In
This is an amazing recreation, but there is a hitch every loop and it fucks up the flow if youre trying to sing along. just something I noticed but very good regardless
Got me vibing on the streets River road floating but below 10 feet Though they were riding Thought they all behind me But they all hate me So they going to sleep Ain’t that the irony They just wanted a peak Sneak inside and see what’s happening If it’s not going well it’s not happening Boo Say you say you down but I’m turnt up You Little fry man you need some ketchup Not going slow down boy you need to catch up Gonna play dirty dirty I don’t fuck with yuh I just fucking aye! Cause a nigga talking tough Call me blue hair dreads Cuz they can fuck with me I don’t need to live to make them live with me I love my life and my search history Forever vibing bad they call it Bad vibes forever I will endeavor be the best who serve The ball room guesser the mega mind professor the crime blesser preach no speech to just reach I’m taking the whole damn street Run around and you going to sink Cuz they leak all doubt on me Turn the knob and have them be discreet put a bullet in their knee Have them scream in agony That’s just me I’m the cheddar I’m the bomb Say this irresponsible than shoot my leg like cheddar bomb Like who is he Damn get busy Write a whole verse like I’m drizzy Lil dicky with my hair all frizzy Yeah I mean this shit I don’t have to lift A figure In able to inhabit it Say to be careful But I’m one of the savagest Bitch
(verse) 0:20 Crazy how much it hurts, I lost a lot of class, I need to learn, I guess, I should move past when those bridges burn, people talk, I shouldn’t give a fuck on what people heard. (verse) But what you heard. (verse) Yeah, yeah, I shouldn’t be listening, I have all these issues on commitment, this, Ain’t about work ethic, with that I’m straight religious shit,
Choices end with repercussions/ I apologize for how i ended our discussion/ Everything was going right until i hit the send button/ Man we coulda been something/ But i guess thats off the table now/ Lookin through your instagram, it's funny how/ You a'int take our pictures down, and we don't even talk now/ You actin kinda sus is there something we should talk about/ At this point it's a waste of time/ I've already moved on Even if we settled things that don't mean we're "just fine"/ I was never ‘just fine’ with you as a friend of mine/ Wanted you to be mine, and I wanted to be yours/ Scared to start that conversation/ had no clue how you would take it/
Momma I'm so sorry For always apologizing In the hallway standing, fighting, Bout my vices that dun hold me in a vice Indecisive cuz of social interactions on devices, But it's fine N I might just Embarrassed by actions
Standing around you could barely breath Attention to detail seeing what we could be For the first time I mean well how I’m weak in the knees spend a lil more time wit me The feelings fading away ain’t feeling it, you a little farther from me Ain’t feeling the same today You getting a little harder to read Only been a couple of days for me But hold up The ceiling lights burning my eyes Hope same don’t go for my soul, Don’t you know that’s how I really feel Out of place waiting for street signs I don’t know where to go Funny how we stray far just to find it at home, but shit Contemplating life most nights kept bottle up in the dome And it’s showing how I ain’t acting the same no more Drinking most nights chasing someone that ain’t never been close before
My intentions is pure But you won’t kno that for sure Until I open up dem doors And show you that there is more To life. than Ig pics and Snapchat’s Or them fakes ass hashtags Dey write in dey captions Knowing they ass cappin But who I am to judge Im just a product of my environment Tryna make do with what I’m provided with Cuz I ain have a pot to piss In Tryna go through life without advice Or a scholarship
