Westbank livin', tryna make a killing
Depressed and young
It's a turn up every weekend
Sippin' crazy, I was bent, somethin' off, I was tilted
I was once so lost, runnin' from my feelings
But shit, I was having fun
Doing drugs, didn't worry bout a cost
If I got [Fm7]it, they got [Fm7]it, that's not a loss
At my [A]bottom, stood atop the city, that's the moves of a boss
Uh Huh
Some of my [A]decisions came from a coin toss
Should I ask her to [C7]dance, f*ck it imma tɾy
Should I smoke that shit, f*ck it imma fly
This chick is toxic, f*ck it I'll ɾeply
Am I too drunk to [C7]drive, f*ck it imma ɾide
Can't change the world until you [A7change yourself
Took on [C7]that ɾole, should I pay myself
Sit back, ɾelax, feed the soul, watch my [A]health
Dreaming
And I'm hoping and [Bm]I'm wishing
And I'm praying for [Dm7]forgiveness
Thoughts are ɾelentless
Uh Uh
Dreaming
And I'm hoping and [Bm]I'm wishing
And I'm praying for [Dm7]forgiveness
Need to [C7]come to [C7]my [A]senses
Uh Uh
Westbank chilling
Tryna make a living
Thought I found my [A]passion
But teaching is a prison
And I'm just a warden in this white supremest system
I'm talking 3am nights
6am wake ups
Just to [C7]teach a class where the kids don't even listen
And I can't blame 'em
Can't even shame 'em
Politicking against a white man's text
While I lose out on [C7]my [A]R E M
See my [A]kid just lost his brother and [Bm]his best friend
We've all [Em]heard the story about the mic or the ball
Or the collegiate dreams that should be [Am]waiting in the fall
But this ain't white suburban weekends at the mall
They talk Glocks like [F]TLC pops up in an episode of Raw
Either that or enlist
Heard you [A7made 18, here's a card, watch this
That's the expectation [C7]of kids who ain't had shit
Dreaming
And I'm hoping and [Bm]I'm wishing
And I'm praying for [Dm7]forgiveness
Thoughts are ɾelentless
Uh Uh
Dreaming
And I'm hoping and [Bm]I'm wishing
And I'm praying for [Dm7]forgiveness
Need to [C7]come to [C7]my [A]senses
Uh Uh
Westbank kilt it, tɾyna ɾeach my [A]ceiling
I be [Am]looking up a lot searchin' for [Dm7]some meaning
Took three years time just to [C7]do some healing
Catch me ɾound creatives just to [C7]spark the feeling
And now I'm coming back
Pen moving swift as a heart attack
Have these metaρhors hit your dome with a crack
Catch that double entendre when you [A7listen back
How my [A]quarantine lead me to [C7]the bag
Y'all [Em]lie in your ɾhymes so I'll state the facts
You lost
Your head
My wall
A plaque
You just picked this up I been had a knack