My soul is on a journey,Past stars
You aint the only one who is worthy
but you believe it like you are
I couldn't see me living until I'm 30
If you prefer me
why do you only hurt me?
they say its inunvertly
why do you all dessert me?
I was out here trying to make a mill,Look where i ended up
sometimes i feel to give it up
& i'm running out of luck

if feel to give it up
and i don't give a...
i could never give a...
& i haven't got a care in the world
because i don't even care
because everyone that did for me,has slowly disapeared

Catch me if you can

I'm flying high
discussing my lyrics sipping on white wine
contracts,black letters & white lies
black male
I need to do my music,because all else fails
Heart broke
i can really tell you how that shit felt
I was the captain of my feelings,until that ship sailed
cargo
all this baggage
dark smoke
why won't these demons vanish?
this one rope
could make me skip this planet
I've got just one hope
(These majors notice talent)
I was writing these verses knowing we need some balance
I was buzzing of spitters,because i was possessing what they haven't
they say i lack the passion
because i don't feel the challenge
sometimes i feel to give it up
and I'm running out of luck

if feel to give it up
and i don't give a...
i could never give a...
& i haven't got a care in the world
because i don't even care
because everyone that did for me,has slowly disapeared
now I'm running out of luck

catch me if you can

If you could,i would be dead now
i've lived here in this sed' house
my mums alive,but not dead proud
I feel like a let down
trapped here & i can't get out
I done things then i regret now
some ex friends
some ex girls
some remain love sick
some inhale some exhale
some try to get even
some then become odd
some people turn evil
some might turn to god
& that church
the deacon said Preach
my mum told me to tell the truth & thats something that you can't teach
the truth hurts
some lie about it
some find out
some cry about it
some hide
some fight about it
i feel the pain so i write about it
trap stars & black cars
them type of sensations
drug raids & shoot outs
them type of occasions
they hope i never make it
i call them bruddahs haters
i know i'll never give it up
but I'm running out of luck

if feel to give it up
and i don't give a...
i could never give a...
& i haven't got a care in the world
because i don't even care
because everyone that did for me,has slowly disapeared
now I'm running out of luck

catch me if you can