Days gone by (bad confusion)
Hate on my (revolution)
They know my past but can't carry weight on my back ('cause few can)
What can I say? I got a ways to go
Just common sense, I got a ways to go
Live for that (elevation)
Breathe like my (heart is racin')
See past my fears and my years'll reward my (steady patience)
What can I say? I got a ways to go
Just common sense, I got a ways to go

From March to February
I give my best in every
Time of distress, can't recline, I flow like the estuary
Know my projects, my true spirit, my words are secondary
My actions reek of my passion captions are necessary
Subtítulos abajo
This niño, ay, carajo
Pepino grande, no mames, holla if you could follow
This drift dismiss, kisses lipstick, bitches will bite and swallow
Vicious resentment is given when it results in sorrow
Tears hit the soil salty
Coconut oil on feet that dig in the dirt to be grounded
Found that this boy is bossy
Clown is payaso and neither appear familiar glossy
Exterior don't amount to nothin', that's just the usual
These niggas delusional
These hoes be confused, don't want you to show 'em the truth
But you just as human so you
Just go to your source and pray that this car note situation
Might bend me to that point, but never break me
Dirty Mercedes

Days gone by (bad confusion)
Hate on my (revolution)
They know my past but can't carry weight on my back ('cause few can)
What can I say? I got a ways to go
Just common sense, I got a ways to go
Live for that (elevation)
Breathe like my (heart is racin')
See past my fears and my years'll reward my (steady patience)
What can I say? I got a ways to go
Just common sense, I got a ways to go

Put out my debut project
Still ain't copped a new car yet
They know my Honda 'round yonder from new condos to projects
But that down payment on property got me tastin' torment
Kissin' the wealth near the belt of equator four in Star Trek
My spaceship cross them borders
Bosses givin' out orders
While leaders pave the way, I own 'bout an acre near waters
On a Caribbean Costa Rican beach in the forest
Lookin' at stocks, cryptocurrency and playin' with Forex, assets
I'm everything ever but average
Young homie get better with time, eleventh grade, I had a car and a bad bitch
And she had a mama who prayed that everywhere she went, that Jesus and Nazareth
Would send all his angels and keep us from danger, and she would return to her address
But little did I know that little miss already had her own problems to match with
She put her head under her pillow to cry and left makeup and tears on her mattress
She couldn't get close to another man 'cause her father had left her stranded
And, baby, can't seem to find a yes among the maybes
Dirty Mercedes

Days gone by (bad confusion)
Hate on my (revolution)
They know my past but can't carry weight on my back ('cause few can)
What can I say? I got a ways to go
Just common sense, I got a ways to go
Live for that (elevation)
Breathe like my (heart is racin')
See past my fears and my years'll reward my (steady patience)
What can I say? I got a ways to go
Just common sense, I got a ways to go

Been walkin' this road for a long time, long time
Many fall by the wayside and give it up 'fore they win
Then they call over FaceTime and give it up for the kid
Never knowin' what we go through just to make it up in the bigs
We livin' big, listen
I'm more than ordinary
I'm sorta human, still kick open doors in adversaries
Overjoy like Alvin Ailey
Oh, this boy got flow, they super soy sauce while they salty hatin'
Boy caught in the God'll get your soul lost and your passions taken
I'm just an average nigga
With super hustle, God spirit, a student
Russel, young Nip, Jigga, OutKast and plus TIP
Kurupt and Biggie, Pac, Chip
Born in the eighties
I'm perfectly imperfect, you can't play me
Dirty Mercedes

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Daniel Farris, Donovan Knight