Marcus Lee - False Start Lyrics

You fired off
Like really took off
What was it for?
What could I do?
I was unsure
You wanted more
I couldn't score
What did I lose?
I been in trouble
Like really been struggling
Where am I coming from?
Why can't I move?
I cannot stomach it
My empty stomach
Is rumbling
I'm coming right for my food

I'm at a loss
I've been in question
And questioning myself like
"What did I do?"
I'm in a forest
Or lost in the woods
Which way do I go to find the Deku tree?
So long to all those that knew me
I'm gone and I'm on to new things
Yeah
I smell the scent of a new breeze

Saw the new horizon
On my island
It's the day that I set sail
And I get
Further than I have before and I turn back
No turning back for me 'til I get
To the wall
To door
Exit show
I don't wanna be Truman, more
So I'm stepping out the box that I've been boxed in
Boxing me and blocking me, it's constant
Dodge and weave between the bullshit, flying
Hard for me to fully see the giant
Picture hanging
In the clouds
Head is down
I just wanna pursue this more...

Stuck in the past replaying all the times I
Fucked shit up for me and wasted my time
Wishing I could change it wasting my time
What's the score?
How much more?
'Til I find
My way up on the board?
Cuz I need a point
I need a point...

I've been tied up my frustrations
Hoping that shit lines up
Man, I'm done waiting
Like, fuck patience
(Man, fuck patience!)
I need it now
But I guess that ain't how work out
(So I) broke the hourglass
And scoured it out
The sands of time are mine
Won't travel without
Eye controlla'
With a small iota
Of confidence
Nobunaga Oda
How topple I shit
Mixed with Miyamoto
How I'm wandering
Writing my life in some documents
Tryna give and earn
Cutting lines
Because it's my turn
But from the past
I still feel the burn
You live and learn

You fired off
Like really took off
What was it for?
What could I do?
I was unsure
You wanted more
I couldn't score
What did I lose?
I been in trouble
Like really been struggling
Where am I coming from?
Why can't I move?
I cannot stomach it
My empty stomach
Is rumbling
I'm coming right for my food

Hold up
What you thought it was?
Just another sad song spilling mad emotions?
I got those
This is not those
Right now I'm feeling mad bragadocious
This is a ode
To the progress I'm making on my own
And deserve to feel myself
S/O all the homies who were there
For me when a nigga really needed help

Now back to you
(Sigh)
What should I do?
You niggas is poop
You and ya group?
Look like the Koopa troop
I mean, really it's cute
You get on the mic
You say all ya raps
And then you get slew
In the presence of realness
I know you feel it but
I thought you knew?
Ima go in on em
Got my second wind on em
Imma get a win even if my life depends on it
Tracks see the end when ya find out that my pens on it
Cuz I shit on it like I suffer from the bends on it
And I "kid" on em
Young goat, how I spit on em
Sig' on em
I may fuck around
Go and place a bid on em
Not really
Just wanna create art
And make sure you know that I'm worlds Apart
From y'all
'Cuz my heart
This my calling
Here's my start
I'm a star...

I'm a star...?