Lyrics Come to My Senses (feat. DaKingPen) - NoBreadE

Westbank livin', tryna make a killing
Depressed and young
It's a turn up every weekend
Sippin' crazy, I was bent, somethin' off, I was tilted
I was once so lost, runnin' from my feelings
But shit, I was having fun
Doing drugs, didn't worry bout a cost
If I got it, they got it, that's not a loss
At my bottom, stood atop the city, that's the moves of a boss
Uh Huh
Some of my decisions came from a coin toss
Should I ask her to dance, fuck it imma try
Should I smoke that shit, fuck it imma fly
This chick is toxic, fuck it I'll reply
Am I too drunk to drive, fuck it imma ride
Can't change the world until you change yourself
Took on that role, should I pay myself
Sit back, relax, feed the soul, watch my health

Dreaming
And I'm hoping and I'm wishing
And I'm praying for forgiveness
Thoughts are relentless
Uh Uh
Dreaming
And I'm hoping and I'm wishing
And I'm praying for forgiveness
Need to come to my senses
Uh Uh

Westbank chilling
Tryna make a living
Thought I found my passion
But teaching is a prison
And I'm just a warden in this white supremest system
I'm talking 3am nights
6am wake ups
Just to teach a class where the kids don't even listen
And I can't blame 'em
Can't even shame 'em
Politicking against a white man's text
While I lose out on my R E M
See my kid just lost his brother and his best friend
We've all heard the story about the mic or the ball
Or the collegiate dreams that should be waiting in the fall
But this ain't white suburban weekends at the mall
They talk Glocks like TLC pops up in an episode of Raw
Either that or enlist
Heard you made 18, here's a card, watch this
That's the expectation of kids who ain't had shit

Dreaming
And I'm hoping and I'm wishing
And I'm praying for forgiveness
Thoughts are relentless
Uh Uh
Dreaming
And I'm hoping and I'm wishing
And I'm praying for forgiveness
Need to come to my senses
Uh Uh

Westbank kilt it, tryna reach my ceiling
I be looking up a lot searchin' for some meaning
Took three years time just to do some healing
Catch me round creatives just to spark the feeling
And now I'm coming back
Pen moving swift as a heart attack
Have these metaphors hit your dome with a crack
Catch that double entendre when you listen back
How my quarantine lead me to the bag
Y'all lie in your rhymes so I'll state the facts
You lost
Your head
My wall
A plaque
You just picked this up I been had a knack