get up
get up
what time it is
*
get up
most days I wanna lay
I wanna lay
I wanna lay on the sofa
most days I wanna lay
I wanna lay
lay on the sofa
most days I wanna lay
I wanna lay
I want to lay on the side.
There's such a thin line between finding yourself and being in between dreams.
There's a little bit of faith I know, little bitty seed of mustard to grow in my soul.
The ways, the ways, the ways I've learned to grow, to grow, to grow.
If there is no limit to what I can do or be, I just gotta be told, be told.
But don't tell me *.
Most days I want to lay, I want to lay, I want to lay on the side.
Most days I want to lay on the side.
I want to lay, I want to lay on the sofa, nigga.
Most days I want to lay, I want to lay, I want to lay on the sofa.
Most days I want to, I want to, I want to lay on the sofa, nigga.
I'm on a lonely highway, on a freeway, in the green car, going real far.
Then I slow down, get stationed nearby.
I need energy, nothing fuels me or fills me anymore.
I'm watching TV, I'm eating, scrolling, obsessing, chilling, chicken.
Bugging, writing, sleeping, giving fucks for no reasons.
Like space, style, changing seasons.
Most meetings are not for greed.
Season for giving, a reason for living.
I seem to remember the lessons I learned, the things I remember, the niggas I curled.
Man.
I remember when I used to hang with my sister.
Kisses, a jazz lane, a past lane.
The time fly by, by, by, it don't last.
Bitch, I tried to ream it, my ass, but everybody looking for what the * is next.
What the * is next?
What the * is next?
What the * is next?
What the * is next?



I said when the * is next?
Most days I wanna lay.
I wanna lay.
I wanna lay yourself.
Most days I wanna run.
I wanna lay.
I wanna lay on the sofa.
Most days I wanna live.
I wanna live.



I wanna, I wanna, on the sofa
Most days I wanna lay, I wanna lay, I wanna lay on the sofa
I spend my twenties looking for myself in poems and niggas
In deep quotes and compliments on good pictures
Every morning I wake up, I count to twenty
I wanna lay a little longer, my bed's soft, my pillow perfect
Plus I'm exhausted, I think it's cause I've been running in my head
I'm still searching for purpose in that dream I had last night
I was running from a fruit fly, something so small had me going
Maybe that's why the little things bother me
Pull in my raincoat, mess with my rainbow
But are you really gonna love such small things to mess with you?
* with you? Obama say what it do
Trump say this what it, this what it, this what it, this what it, this what it, this what it, this what it
Get up!
La la la, la la la la la la la la
La la la
La la la
La la la
La la la
La la la la la la la la
Namaste
Take a talk to mama
I want to lay on the sofa
I want to lay on the sofa
I want to lay on the sofa
I want to lay on the sofa
I want to lay on the sofa
I want to lay on the sofa
I want to lay on the sofa
I want to lay on the sofa

I wanna lay on the sofa
I wanna lay on the sofa
I wanna lay on the gonna
Lay on the sofa
I wanna lay on the
I wanna lay on the sofa
I wanna lay on the sofa
Stupid.
Thank you.
Thank you.