SOMETHING WRONG

You know
I know
You know
You gotta hold on son
I know, yeah
I know, uh huh
Kick it
Yeah

She say she love me, I know
My life sunny, I know
I ain't got a single reason to complain, yeah I know
I'm feeling funky, I know
I want something I don't have
Like some money in a bag, but I'm feeling happy man
Let me get to rapping man
I wanna make a million bucks like the big ones with rabid fans
But I don't have a plan
I don't know where to go
I have a feeling everybody my age is on a similar road
And all I do is compare myself to everybody everywhere and good gosh its terrible
Almost unbearable
I guess that's why God gave us the prodigal parable
Working my skeletal frame
My chiropractor paid
That way Imma be proud of my posture in 90 days
Got this vision in my gaze of that man that I wanna be
We'll see if everything that I see really gonna be a reality my G
Feel like I'm fighting my chi
Like I ain't on my own team and I been trying to breathe
Trying to ease the pressure, the squeeze, the measure of mental defeats
I'm feeling weak
I think I gotta sing and say

Tell me what you want from me
I know God on my level, but basic
Self love
Ain't one of my strengths and
That sucks
My mind spinning like a tire in the mud so
Tell me what you want from me
I know God on my level, but Satan
Plays rough
He been putting my brain in
Some grey cuffs
My mind spinning like a tire in the mud so

I'm talking to my Momma 'cause she always ease the drama in my head
I got my Poppa, but he always bring the stress so I resent it
Mmm hmm
"Good intentions?", mmm hmm
I know he was sent from heaven, he been teaching me lessons all my life with his presence
Examples sometimes good, sometimes bad
But ain't nobody perfect and I know that he one hell of a dad
And I'm one hell of a brat
Show me some parents who happy when they kid wanna rap
Rapping, I been fighting with that
I been fighting my mind
Fighting my own damn kind
Tryna find where I can shine
I feel like I'm running outta time ya'll
I gotta be better
Feed the perfectionism
It got a temper
And when it hungry
My mental under the weather I gotta sever the pressure I feel
That's why this song is so real
Its just a snapshot of when I look at myself in my own eyes and say

Tell me what you want from me
I know God on my level, but basic
Self love
Ain't one of my strengths and
That sucks
My mind spinning like a tire in the mud so
Tell me what you want from me
I know God on my level, but Satan
Plays rough
He been putting my brain in
Some grey cuffs
My mind spinning like a tire in the mud so

Hold on, just hold on
I hear your cries, just hold on
Hold on, just hold on
I hear your cries, just hold on

I know
Okay
I will
Uh huh
Yeah
I gots to
Mmm hmm, mmm hmm
Yeah
Uh huh, uh huh
I'm gonna hold on
I'm holding on
I'm holding on
I'm holding on
I'm holding on
I'm holding on
I'm holding on
I'm holding on
I'm holding on
I'm holding on
I'm holding on
I'm holding on
I'm holding on

Holding On

Conscious Cooper

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