Wiser Observer - 24 lyrics

Ya

Been a while since I've rapped voice tracked
No singing, straight rap just facts
No concept just rapping from my conscious
A simple beat that let's me talk shit
I've been working on my mixtape
Remembering my mistakes i can't let go
When shit got real my core showed
I was technically right, but an asshole
I'm only one man
I can't listen to that song anymore
It makes me feel sick
Out here whining like a bitch
Makes me want to take down that shit
I'm dodging calls from my sponsor
Thirty days sober never thought
That it was possible
I thought I hit rock bottom last year
But I guess it wasn't enough
To make me more responsible
Now I focus on work, work on my craft
My final year, I'm scared to relax
A little more focused on where
I'm spending my cash
Just want to buy my mother a Jag
But I'm torn
Man trying to turn this music to career
I'm busy looking at my peers
Millennial rappers already living lavish
Makes me want to jump on
This bandwagon trap shit
I swear the first chance get Imma sell out
Nah love my few fans, man
But I need the cash, man
And I need it fast, man
Got a lot of plans, man
They say overnight success takes seven years
And my girl at the time told
Me I could make it big
She made me feel it real
And I still hold it dear

Feels like I'm losing

Feels like I'm losing touch with everybody
TJ my brother I hope you good
Nathan my nigga I hope you good
Didn't get to see you last time
Two weeks at home ain't enough
In this fast life
I'm still looking for conviction
Something to believe in i want a girl I can
Come home from bad seasons
Or when I'm paranoid with these bad feelings
I feel the aggression build up inside of me
Pulling back on my emotions
Handling it privately but not healthily
But what's new
Heartbreak and Henny is old news
I bleed vodka, I still miss Popka
Lost my inner child I'm a foster
Of a whole new menace
And I'm losing all my leverage
And my mind's occupied by a
Group of ghost tenants
I'm really scared for the girl I date next
I think I found her, but shit I've got stress
Don't think I can rest
My heavy head, my addiction
My past on her chest it's not fair
The real me isn't on my Instagram
I swear I need an Oscar, man
Stoicism that's masking my inhibition
My narcissism that's fueling
My own depression
But let me finish it hasn't been all bad
I'm just missing the simpler problems I had
Like breakups and blocked Visas
God let me feel love before leaving
I've still got much in my store
A whole lot of songs that I wrote
I thank God for twenty-four
Hope to God for much more

Happy birthday, Tuma wow
Twenty-four years old
You're becoming a man now oooh
Only one more years then you're
Twenty-five oh may God bless
You May God keep you safe May God give you
Wisdom May God heal you May
God deliver you May
God bless you May God give you a pure
Heart May God give you the spirit of
Forgiveness May God give you, uh
Direction in your life in Jesus name
Love you, love you, love you, love you okay
Have fun on you day but don't get drunk don't
Do things I wouldn't do alright? Stay
Focused and study hard okay
Bye bye love you