Lyrics Strolling. - Lance Jackson.

Young gunner no holster needed
This little light is a golden beacon, I′m shooting for the stars
But I don't wanna be them
Before a fan come and meet me and he disappointed that I′m just a human being

What does it mean to be an idol if your life's a lie
What does it mean to be a hero, I can't even fly
And what it seems like compared to what it is
Is so far apart the two ain′t know the other one exist

2019, the year I told myself I′d be consistent
With eating healthy and going to the gym and all that other shit
People think they know me cause they know my government
Or maybe cause of rumors that I think my friends are telling them

I'm supposed to write a chorus of course to stay appealing
But I don′t feel like making catchy feelings today
My whole generation dodging catching feelings today
Because we acting like hoes but really we just afraid, yeah

I miss days before niggas had a social
When niggas had their own opinions we was more vocal
Before when people liked the shit they did
Instead of showing what they did for a like on a pic
We don't even know you

Am I wrong to reminisce when time′s moving forward?
I'm getting grown but, I′m feeling old but
I'm only twenty fucking something years old
So maybe fucking something's all I need to cope

I gotta rap cause I got feelings wrapped up
And issues that I guess I never really bounced back from
Thought you was the one, you know my happy ever after
But you ain′t want it how I thought you did
It only took you two days to call it quits

6 months of talking
I felt more with you than I did with that other bitch that I was seeing often
You told me to do you, but please just be honest
But now I feel like being honest was exactly the problem

Your pride wouldn′t let you say how you felt
And now I gotta deal with losing you, in turn I had to deal with myself
Maybe I was wrong to fuck around I knew you was down
That trip to Cali we was suppose to take is bruising me now

Two flight tickets out of my wallet
I wonder if you paid for yours if we'd still be talking
I still got my old phone with your contact on it
And everyday I tell myself that I′ll just call you tomorrow