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BobbyMacBMBC on October 07, 2011 05:38
its been along time coming steppin outa my shell
gaining comfort in the man that im becoming, you cant tell
steppin forward, never lookin back
now im wit it, i spit it you know the name bobby mac
scribble scratch written bars during class
true senior at heart, doin nothin but i pass
rollin grass, kissin ass, by polar type of livin
public sees a mask coverin lies that i have hidden
forgivin, breakin out my shell on plane
accepting compliments at rates i simply cant explain
cant retain the simple knowledge that i really know i should
somehow im gettin by by doin less than i could
understood, imma keep chasin ever growing passion
never ending nights with bad women, kush, and laughing
i pass em i gas em move em to the side
cuz iv been given a gift so ill be searchin whats inside
they say i got pride n pride comes with success
i use it as my drive till im flowin with the best
i digress from the point that im really tryn make
bein selfish to my friends, movin way beyond mistake
a heart break, better left all alone
cuz i been fuckin round messin with the friendzone
my ways are well know wit a rep i cant shake
but i pay em no attention, never worth the head ache
i be the number one mistake your girl friend wanna make
got one chance to take, dont wait tooo latttee
when they tell me that im great i aknowledge, move on
cuz i cant let it get to me strugglin to hold on
soo caught up in it lookin at what i wrote
things i coulda said, feelins that i never spoke
this lifes a joke, punch lines not funny
they say the rain pours the most before its sunny
so im pushin through the finish just tryna see the end
just pretend, saull good, but its not she said
that it cant be becuz of the time
heard it so many times that its soundin like a ryme
in my head, another catchy tune on repeat
lack controll of these demons i cant defeat
but i wont retreat, nor will i retire
searchin for a balance better suited i desire
i acquire, griden n workin untill i get it
require, writin this journal untill i fill it
my friends now a days been bringing out the best in me
a bowl of inspiration, presperation thats the recipe
thrown life to the side makin music
its givin me a feelin hopin that i never loose it
i cant abuse it, parting from my ways
misbehave, times up to lattee
recreate the moments of the passt
sittin in first fearin nothin but bein last
or to get lost in the moments of the past
mind stearin of the road, cant catch it dont crashh
now breakin old habits been harder then i thot
standered statement from an addict loosin battles that iv fought
i need to figure out what the fuck imma do
cuz lately i been down, filled wit feelins so blue
but imm reinforced by my crew, got nothin to loose
i been aware of wutl happen but i continue to choose
to keep diggin deeper in this never ending ditch
gettin worked up bout the most irrelevent shit
but im quick comin back to my sense
varying topics, we never droppin our defenses
shits catchin up when i thought that i was sly
so thats why i keep my head way up in the sky

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