[Verse 1: Quelle Chris]
What be worth the wait and what amounts to nothing
Better than 9 to 5s or pushing weight or something
These was two for 5 bruh, ain’t no way he buffin
Bugging, used to losing dozens, used to booze for buzzin
This a body of water, ain’t no wave buddy
Shit, I put that on e'er'body
The type of dude say that Q ain’t dope, ooh the nerve of em
Type of dude see you: "Q, what’s up?", put the swerve on him
"That’s a living legend" that’s the usual
"Q's a living headache", also usual
We ain’t eye to eye, what you gon' do me fo'
I be in the cridib with the wiz watching Judge Judy, bro
This no place for quitters, quitters duly note
When life ties you down, beloved, chew the rope
If you swimming in lemons, get em by the throat
Squeeze em to the pulp, and fill a cup of something for ya folks
It seems the grass grow where the haves go
It seems the asphalt full of assholes
What will be will be and come to pass
If you heed the need you take to task
What you mad fo'?
I done seen the best of em quit just shy of winning
I done seen the least of these chumps dipped out like Reggie Kenneth
Ol' bidness cliche, fake friends, fame, body image
First they dread it, now they get it, a regular rocky Dennis
Quelle Chris his chosen name, no gimmicks
Why rock wrist and neck if the wrist and neck all rented?
Why rock Colgates and crests when the disrespect authentic?
Now what they call abstract is what we simply call lyrics
[Chorus: Starr Busby]
If I can imagine it better, it will be better
Put my hands in the earth
Learn the ways of work
Uncover the treasure
There’s no use in crying over what-ifs
It’s not forever
It’s all in my mind, I...see it's all my mind, I know
[Verse 2: Starr Busby]
As I set my daily intentions
I know that they’re coming
So I get ready to mention all the things that I want
And how I’ll live it when I get off of front street
Change my residence to Winners Way
Never believe a lie told em right, that’s what my mamma say
Nothing between me and my desire, just me and the liar I give enough rope to hang himself on
Never been a reason to think that I’m less than a god
Brown skin bright eyes pure gold between my thighs
Shining diamonds between my ears
Singing loud for you to hear
What you thinking bout me ain’t got no say in how I win, no
I set my sights on higher things like driving a Mercedes Benz
Scratch that. I’d rather jet to an island
Do my own thing, I own it like Oprah showing up in my dreams
Saying what up cousin? When we gon' kick it? When’s the next party?
[Chorus: Starr Busby]
If I can imagine it better, it will be better
Put my hands in the earth
Learn the ways of work
Uncover the treasure
There’s no use in crying over what-ifs
It’s not forever
It’s all in my mind, I...see it's all my mind, I know
[Outro: Starr Busby]
If I can imagine it better, it will be better
Put my hands in the earth
Learn the ways of work
Uncover the treasure
There’s no use crying over what-ifs
It’s not forever
If I see myself tumbling down then I turn it 'round
Predicting the weather (I can)
See I can make it better
If I see it better
It's all in my mind I, it's all in my mind, I
It's all in my mind I, it's all in my mind, I
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Better, better, better, better
[Sample]
Better not catch you coming back
Better not catch you coming back
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