Prop Dylan, Fashawn - Stuck lyrics

Uh, yeah Prop Dylan, Fashawn capitol F
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It’s like I’m stuck inside a thinking pattern
Stuck in this rap game but really
I could split an atom
Follow the steps that my mother took
But instead of
Reading science books I wished I’d spit
It live on Jimmy Fallon
Drink a gallon of Guinness stouts
At a city tavern
And stumble home now vision blurred
Out with a shitty balance
Smoke Philly blunts and lose my
Mind like Lilly Allen
These newer times will have me
Moving to a fishing cabin
Stuck in my hometown
The low down dirty Bolanche
Now where the melancholy perfectly bonds
Up with the boredom
And common peoples curtains are drawn
That’s why I started
Visualize about the world and beyond
And I’m gone
Still a world wide traveler, chasing my oasis
Like Liam and Noel Gallagher
The designated driver survivor and
Not the passenger leave it up to me I’d move
Every day UP in the calendar

Its like I’m stuck in an error
Either above the clouds
Or I’m under the weather, whenever
I’m stuck, stuck up on the daily grind
I remind myself that stuck is
Just a state of mind

It's what I'm used to, being stuck in neutral
Til I expanded
Dilated like my mothers pupils
Corner quick sand
Something deeper just to get grands
Hit the penitent, and got my wrist band
Shit man
Time stood still but I still stood time
Couldn't stand being broke I
Know I should grind this chronic got me
Thinking bout escaping from the pavement
Buying acres in Jamaica, vacations in Croatia
I learned stuck just a mind state
Grind early grind late
Til he up like the crime rate
I thought I'd never leave this
Concrete jungle, too busy out here going ape
With my prime apes
I took a pen and redesigned my faith
Now he defines what's great
Lames trying relate
Stuck at home now I'm out of town
I jot it down, while Apollo
Brown provide the sound, like that

Its like I’m stuck in an error
Either above the clouds
Or I’m under the weather, whenever
I’m stuck, stuck up on the daily grind
I remind myself that stuck is
Just a state of mind

Listen, It’s like I’m stuck in an era
Came to ruffle some feathers
But had enough of the pressure
That I be putting on myself
To crowd please, ’em
And came to the conclusion that I genuinely
I got love for this era so fuck it whatever
Ain’t playing tug of war with family
But fuck out of dodge when
It comes to underdog mentalities
Cuz that’s when they only root for
You once until you win
Then you’re stuck wishing for
Sudden loss of gravity it’s all insanity
Stuck inside my comfort zone
NOW If I wasn’t
I’d double up the money flow a hundredfold
The runners on my feet's for
When the trumpets blow
Still trying to squeeze a diamond out
A fucking lump of coal
And if your lyrical with rhyming
Then your numbers low
Guess I’m the living definition
That it wasn’t so
See I hate being stuck, and love leaving
But nothing beats the unequivocal
Feeling of coming home
(I’m in my fucking zone)

Its like I’m stuck in an error
Either above the clouds
Or I’m under the weather, whenever
I’m stuck, stuck up on the daily grind
I remind myself that stuck is
Just a state of mind