Lyrics

Yeah, yeah Usually I love when sun sets colors over the plains But when its settin' on a dream Them colors dont 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 wont settle for silver Took a couple dudes across the ocean Couldnt 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 dont know how it works" She said"But I can pray" And she does it daily So it's never been about the pay Id 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 aint 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 aint 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 Im winnin Are just me tunin' out my feelings Cos Imma 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 whats 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 nigga who wrote"The Get Up" I can feel where his heart is He said even if your souls bruised, don't stop regardless When you out on your shield You gotta follow where his lead be Cos even now youre whole, the thing no dey easy Love letters from my past to my current self Sayin' you get better with age, dont 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 aint 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 (Imma be a rockstar) Yeah Know that I'm one hit away and it gon be a KO Yeah A lot of them niggas got Spotify bots on they payroll Put a tortoise toe to toe against a rabbit We know the story, its 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 Im carrying faucets How could I stop with my foot on the gas When I got about two thousand horses?