jopippins, Mike Moon - the burbs/ lost cause Lyrics

Got a lot of things on my mental (On my mental, on my mental)
There's a lot of dreams in my bedroom (Where we going? Where we going?
In the hills where I take my friends
My highlights on ESPN
You can't tell me how to live life
Don't care if you think that I'm a lost cause
Call it how I see it when I enter
Don't be mad cause I feel like you could do better

I wear Nike with the Calvin
I can't live without it
Like my neighbors with the wine and Cesar salad
Can't waste that 20,000
My youth is from the fountain
Nobody is like me
I feel like I'm surrounded
Let's see how we make out
Might swing by Teresa's
If she wanna slide on me then I'll be her favorite visa
My career was different
She wanted a 9 to 5
I said I would rather die
Can't do no more standardized
Felt like I've been handed lies
You should empathize
No more standing by
They took our minds and sanitized
Read between the lines
They trying to feed us fertilize
How come average is still advertised?

Got a lot of things on my mental
There's a lot of dreams in my bedroom
In the hills where I take my friends
My highlights on ESPN
(This vacation it never ends)

I fell in love with music sitting in my mama womb
Cooking cleaning while she pregnant blasting 90s tunes
Kiddo reeked of musical talents, you smell the fumes
One day i'll inflate rise up in the sky like loose balloons
This music shit is in my blood, I bleed c notes
In other words, you cut my wrist and you gone see notes
Troublemaker so some thought he was gon waste his gift
But he straightened up, found his balance, made a shift
Now here I am, chasing dreams tryna keep my pace
Tryna reach the finish line before my time erased
I need it now man i never had no time to waste
He want it bad, you can see ambition on his face
Intoxicated mind, I'm giving you that liquor flow
We never satisfied, we always gon demand mo'
Painting pictures with the rhyming, Vincent Van Gogh
Plotting world domination, will the man blow?
On a mission with my team, like how to reach the top
How to make them blast our records til the speakers pop
We watering our plant until we have a field of crop
Passionate about this music, shit won't ever stop
Messiah rap, the time has come man the kid has risen
Put these beats behind bars, give em life in prison
Like a line between two dots, he always had the vision
So keep on spittin til I hit the target with precision, nigga

Looking back over my false dreams, that I once knew
Wondering why my dreams never came true
Is it because I'm black?
Somebody tell me, what can I do
Something is holding me back
Is it because I'm black?