Lyrics

Yeah, yeah
Usually I love when sun sets colors over the plains
But when it's settin' on a dream
Them colors don't hit the same
Still remember when we practiced them covers to hit the stage
The feedback hit my ears, encouraging to the brain
It was the story of my climb, no denying it
Maybe Aaron Pierre could play as I in my biopic
Church prophesyin"It's just a matter of time with it"
If God on board then I'mma surf the skies with it
And won't settle for silver
Took a couple dudes across the ocean
Couldn't really pay 'em but they viewed the motion
I was makin' waves
We jammed the venues
Crammed in bedrooms
We had some issues
But they showed me true devotion
So I give 'em praise
Moms is on my case
She want my breakthrough
And always tryna find a way
Maybe collab with Remy Ma or Olamide
I said"You don't know how it works"
She said"But I can pray"
And she does it daily
So it's never been about the pay
I'd shout it under affidavit
They say it's bout the route and not the destination
But everyone who says it rich, powerful or famous
And they always leavin' out that information
This is partly desire, but mostly obligation to my own
So the oath I made myself feel like a broken bone
Speakin' to the mirror with African parent overtones
See your life, tryna draw water out a stone
Oh no
This stone ain't giving me water
I know these sentiments are just makin' it harder
Oooo
Guess if it comes to nada
Astrogeology could make me a rockstar
Oh no
This stone ain't giving me water
I know these sentiments are just makin' it harder
Oooo
Guess if it comes to nada
Astrogeology could make me a rockstar
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I know my tunes conflictin
Tunes where I'm winnin
Are just me tunin' out my feelings
Cos I'mma true musician
Clothed in delusion that I'mma make it
Eventually exposed as naked
That's the reality of doin' business
One day we gon' have to choose between two decisions
Multiply your efforts or you can move divisions
But if your attitude toxic
You just gon' make new emissions from your newer mission
So what's next in Q's vision?
Told 'em I got into my bag
And there's nothin' else that I wanna be swappin' for a bag
Look, I make enough to put the shopping in a bag
I just wanna see real fruit before I'm rottin' in a bag
The **** who wrote"The Get Up"
I can feel where his heart is
He said even if your soul's bruised, don't stop regardless
When you out on your shield
You gotta follow where his lead be
Cos even now you're whole, the thing no dey easy
Love letters from my past to my current self
Sayin' you get better with age, don't put it on the shelf
Guess I'm still holding on for him if nobody else
But the rope feelin' way thinner than it's ever felt
Sometimes I wonder what he would do
I already dropped a verse over some sneaker shoes
Feel like this party about to die in a week or two
Unless this miracle arrives, like a peekaboo
So do I call it now or call it down the road?
Sit down and eat the L, or order it go
I know that when the heat is on, the stronger you can grow
But I wonder if I'll ever beat some water out a stone
Oh no
This stone ain't giving me water
I know these sentiments are just makin' it harder
Oooo
Guess if it comes to nada
Astrogeology could make me a rockstar
Oh no
This stone ain't giving me water
I know these sentiments are just makin' it harder
Oooo
Guess if it comes to nada
Astrogeology could make me a rockstar
I know I just prolly needa chill out for a minute
Let this melancholy simmer down for a minute
If you get comfy with your doubts for minute
The devil gon' trade you an hour for a minute
Oooo
And that hour gonna turn into a lifespan
Then you kill the dream and resurrect some other life plans
Whole time you was just an inch from where God called you
So why not let the show go on like a rockstar do
(I'mma be a rockstar)
Yeah
Know that I'm one hit away and it gon be a KO
Yeah
A lot of them **** got Spotify bots on they payroll
Put a tortoise toe to toe against a rabbit
We know the story, it's age old
Your knowledge of music a day old
I been at it since like I was a day old
They sayin' that technical rap is alive again
Who you think openin' coffins?
Class be in session whenever they let the professor come out of his office
Yeah
Real scholars be tappin' in like I'm carrying faucets
How could I stop with my foot on the gas
When I got about two thousand horses?
Written by: Hugh Ozumba
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