lirik lagu sunrey - figure it out
[intro]
i’m not going there to die. i’m going to find out if i’m really alive. i have to do it
[verse 1]
time feels like its p-ssin’ quicker
than i thought was possible
wasn’t it yesterday i was playin’ with my action figures?
and cl-sses, sh-t well, i been absent since the first one
after introductions i got focused on my rapping sk!lls
and patching sh-t up with my girl
so i don’t got time for no econometric’s
and i don’t got time to talk, just leave me a message
i’m busy doing a song a day, i need the attention
i need the exposure, i’m fiendin’ to get it
but reality is kicking in
with applications, internships
i see where i’m headed, but i don’t wanna face it
listening to beats, legs out the window, i stare out the street
my dirty clothes been unfolded on the chair for a week
bed’s not made, it hasn’t been for days
i keep drawing a blank when i’m tryna fill the page
cause it’s getting way too bleak
i always thought the vision i had for myself would kinda
somehow find its way to me
what if i don’t do it? no i gotta do it
[hook]
i gotta go, i gotta go
i gotta go, i gotta go
i gotta figure it out
[verse 2]
and i’m still keeping this music my little secret
cause i can be whoever i want to be on the beat
it’s like i’m a big shot, ridin’ round p-ssin’ out grey poupon
in real life can’t look n-body in the face too long
still tryna understand myself
why am i so insecure?
sometimes i can’t stand myself
got a lotta sh-t that i’m still tryna fix about myself
like letting people walk on me, and always put my girl first
never put my own self respect or my goals first
maybe cause my father figure ain’t my real father, figures
or cause i got judased by real friends that i started with, and
so i got my guard up thick and
that’s why i’m so shy and timid, except for…
[verse 3]
when i’m on the mic
n-body can f-ck with me
gold medal, you ware-silver like cutlery
i don’t even have to ask how impressed are you
how this brown boy outrapping the rest of you
awkward like you trapped in a vestibule
look at him go he’s wrecking, going oakland stephen
oh he’s cheffing, eating rappers like they cheerios for breakfast
overstepping all of your conventions
sh-t on your suggestions
all i do is rap like i don’t open presents
all i do is write, so i got low attendance
it ain’t coming to me, gotta go and get it
oh he kept it secret
always knew he had something special deep in
this has to be the plan that god has for me
and trust me i would never commit blasphemy
so i’m looking into the clouds
and asking if he can send some more listeners down
’cause if more heard me, certainly, they would agree
i’m chewing mcs, i’m spitting em out
yeah i talk to her sometimes
but its kind hard to understand her with my ____ in her mouth
if i don’t make it, ima go out with a bang
i ain’t flickering out, i gotta figure it out
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