Wide Awake

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Bukshot] I'ma talk shit 'cause I'm a shit talker Hard as mob hits, I'm a block monster Ain't no role model plus these tips hollow 'Bout to take 'em to the Train Station, don't follow Never sold a fifty dollar verse to save my life If I resort to that I quit this music, have a little pride I'd work a 9-to-5 and throw my mic away 'fore I'd resort To treat my love and passion like some after-school or summer sport This shit is real to me, I take it fuckin' serious I wear it on my sleeve and bleed for this 'til I'm delirious My homie Str8 one day told me 'bout the folly Said if you ain't breathin', eatin' music, dawg, this is the hobby [Chorus: Bukshot] Just layin' here wide awake tryna figure out where the pieces fit ReaIity's a mile away, tryna find my inner peace and shit No dreams, I'm wide awake, I find my conscience start to drift away Can't tell if it's real or fake so I lay here, eyes closed, wide awake [Verse 2: Bukshot] My whole life always tried to do the right thing Even when I'm wrong, layin' here for what the night brings Think about all these people and these petty beefs Somehow they put me in the middle like some dirty sheets Dawg, make your own bed, tell me why you on that This ain't got shit to do with me, I'm a lone cat See, you created this, homie, this is your mess Drama, yeah, you made it this, dropped the ball is my guess So why you actin' like it's me that has wronged you? Take a little accountability and think your thoughts through I've only been a friend for real, took my kindness for weakness and rode it down a hill [Chorus: Bukshot] Just layin' here wide awake tryna figure out where the pieces fit ReaIity's a mile away, tryna find my inner peace and shit No dreams, I'm wide awake, I find my conscience start to drift away Can't tell if it's real or fake so I lay here, eyes closed, wide awake [Verse 3: Bukshot] Tossin', turnin', still can't sleep, thoughts keep churnin' Mud on my cleats, dug in learnin' Dude was a sheep, bridges stayed burnin' Had a shepherd's staff, master of controllin' Signin' autographs, a wolf in sheep's clothin' Demons in the soul, even paint can't hide Hearts freezin' in the cold, you can see it in his eyes Career is fallin' off, he's forced to be a leader Every pill that he pops gets him closer to The Reaper What kind of man'll punish fans for not Believin' in his ideologies and greed he's got? [Chorus: Bukshot] Just layin' here wide awake tryna figure out where the pieces fit ReaIity's a mile away, tryna find my inner peace and shit No dreams, I'm wide awake, I find my conscience start to drift away Can't tell if it's real or fake so I lay here, eyes closed, wide awake