Look,
I put a pen to the pad and painted pictures of my past life...
Positive the people round me just want me to act right
Probably cuz they remember images I tossed out,
Possibly cuz they see possibilities I might like

I been staring at my instability at night time,
I been stressing hard because I couldn't write the right rhymes
To capture all my struggles and successes in the right flow
And do it in a way that keep y'all interested in my life...

I live a high life,
I'm blessed to be where I'm at,
I could've died thrice...
I been all over the map,
Some never fly twice...
I got a crib, a couple dollars, And some calm ice

I be going all night,
Never catch a lick a sleep
Anxious 'bout my my strategy
While everybody counting sheep
Wondering who mad at me
When ain't nobody worried but..
I be going hard to make sure history do not repeat

I put a pen to the pad and painted pictures of my past life...
Positive the people round me just want me to act right
Probably cuz they remember images I tossed out
Possibly cuz they see possibilities I might like

I been staring at my instability at night time
I been stressing hard because I couldn't write the right rhymes
To capture all my struggles and successes in the right flow
And do it in a way that keep y'all interested in my life...

I was in the dark,
it's hard say what was in front of me...
might as well have fought
all of my battles in a blindfold.
Had to earn my stripes,
I was just floating like a bumblebee—
butterflies up in my stomach
everywhere that I'd go...

Whether I'm on stage,
or in a meeting with my company...
question if the people there
would notice if I died slow,
and I know that them thoughts is pressure...

So I hide those,
and people say I'm smooth,
but that texture, I don't think I know, I...

Put a pen to the pad,
and painted pictures of my past life...

I said that sh*t a couple times and still ain't act right...

I used to think I could find happiness in promiscuity and was ignoring every single bit of advice

I knew intoxication prolly woulda ruined me
And I still went ahead and drank until I had a bad night

Almost every night...
Damn I was trippin...
Them paper planes on me, man I took mad flights

I put a pen to the pad and painted pictures of my past life...
Positive the people round me just want me on to act right
Probably cuz they remember images I tossed out
Possibly cuz they see possibilities I might like

I been staring at my instability at night time
I been stressing hard because I couldn't write the right rhymes
To capture all my struggles and successes in the right flow
And do it in a way that keep y'all interested in my life...