Counciling by Kid Slim Lyrics
[Verse]
I think I work too much, that's why my girl be leaving me
The same reason why my team believe in me
Why always me? Wonder why do god be cheatin' me?
Why keep on callin' him when he don't ever speak to me?
Confessions of the barely sober and over stressing
Sometimes I think I need some space like a Jetson
Make a mistake and it turns into such a blessing
Ironic it took dropping out for me to learn my lesson
Dream on, scheme on, I never grew up
Used to sit and pout like "Why they never choose us?"
That's why I made my own team, did my own thing
I ain't blowing smoke like toking, I ain't joking
No, no, no, no, I'm just trying to make it fuckin' happen
So many hop aboard I think we need another wagon
Free shit, and traveling, and partying, I love rapping
Hoochie groupies in their birthday suits make me start loving fashion
Decisions all so drastic, visions all so graphic, behavior all so ratchet, and these hoes are all so plastic
They set me a bar and not to pass it is my fear
Used to want the NBA now all thats drafted is my Beer
[Verse]
Kid Slim
What about when you get older?
Feel Good
What about when you get sober?
Stil the same you? What about when you get closer kid?
What if this is just a phase? What if the fans get over it?
Well kids were made for risks, back boards were made for misses, Hands were made for fists, and Plan B's were made for bitches
The ones who make it always rack up hours instead of wishes
The ones who fake it take the easy road instead of risk it
Now bang bang lookin' for my shot, headed to the top no stoppin'
Now it's raps on raps, and tracks on tracks, since hoopin' ain't an option
And here I am now still just tryna make this shit click
Still broke, still hit licks, like I'll pay you back when this shit hits
I swear! I swear, I swear! I swear, I swear!
What they say man I don't care
Tell the reaper I'm right here
Everybody in my ear, telling me I should do this and that
Well I'mma do this shit my way, take their two cents and give it back
I think I work too much, that's why my girl be leaving me
The same reason why my team believe in me
Why always me? Wonder why do god be cheatin' me?
Why keep on callin' him when he don't ever speak to me?
Confessions of the barely sober and over stressing
Sometimes I think I need some space like a Jetson
Make a mistake and it turns into such a blessing
Ironic it took dropping out for me to learn my lesson
Dream on, scheme on, I never grew up
Used to sit and pout like "Why they never choose us?"
That's why I made my own team, did my own thing
I ain't blowing smoke like toking, I ain't joking
No, no, no, no, I'm just trying to make it fuckin' happen
So many hop aboard I think we need another wagon
Free shit, and traveling, and partying, I love rapping
Hoochie groupies in their birthday suits make me start loving fashion
Decisions all so drastic, visions all so graphic, behavior all so ratchet, and these hoes are all so plastic
They set me a bar and not to pass it is my fear
Used to want the NBA now all thats drafted is my Beer
[Verse]
Kid Slim
What about when you get older?
Feel Good
What about when you get sober?
Stil the same you? What about when you get closer kid?
What if this is just a phase? What if the fans get over it?
Well kids were made for risks, back boards were made for misses, Hands were made for fists, and Plan B's were made for bitches
The ones who make it always rack up hours instead of wishes
The ones who fake it take the easy road instead of risk it
Now bang bang lookin' for my shot, headed to the top no stoppin'
Now it's raps on raps, and tracks on tracks, since hoopin' ain't an option
And here I am now still just tryna make this shit click
Still broke, still hit licks, like I'll pay you back when this shit hits
I swear! I swear, I swear! I swear, I swear!
What they say man I don't care
Tell the reaper I'm right here
Everybody in my ear, telling me I should do this and that
Well I'mma do this shit my way, take their two cents and give it back