Текст песни Prelude (Midas III) - Midas

This for my brother

For my lil brother

New day, same old song
Blame myself for letting it play
New ways, same old wrongs
Cause my past I can't let it fade
What am I today? I know my past self he would still be proud
Many bitches on the prowl, tryna play with mines
I paid my dues to never lose
These type of shoes y'all couldn't fill
Couldn't choose which way to go
Had no choice to go for the kill
Old news, new bitches with stitches that can't seem heal
Ain't talking bout surgery it's that baggage they carry still
Yeah they know the kid is ill
He too real to not appeal
Add some zest to my life, orange foreign like an orange peel
One day I'll be soaring but I'm stuck to the ground like a sunflower
Tryna face the sun but I got none this is my darkest hour
Eyes all around my head just like a creepy crawler
I don't trust none these niggas when my shit play they let the hate get louder
Don't need to call her she text me come over, the night gon be long
Lost again I'm never home, I just don't belong

Ooh
Gotta carry on
Ooh
Gotta carry on

New chains they be holding me down
I was afraid to drown and me moving in town closed the lid
A couple pussy homies still owe me for times I had they backs but mine they never did
Looking in the mirror for some betterment
Still tryna become a better man but all the lust and lacking trust already fucked me up
Your homies leave you gassed but you got plenty rust
Every song sounding the same Midas couldn't relate
Cause I got much to gain, tryna reach vic-tory so I'm switching Lanez

Don't act so deceiving
I got my head on straight, I'll choose my path this evening
I just hope I'll be ready
I'm not waiting no more, I won't runaway
Tryna look for home but nowhere seems to be the place
I was a little nigga steady tryna find my way
Tryna roll the dice but yet it was me getting played
Maybe then I really should've stayed home
I just thought I wasn't gon be here oh

Ooh
Gotta carry on
Ooh
Gotta carry on

Ooh
Gotta carry on
Ooh
Gotta carry on

Yeah, Midas III about to drop
The first one made in 2020, ambition I had a lot
In those 3 years a lot has changed
I just ain't the same but yet I paint the same
Picasso with the pen, it's a self portrait this project I made
Tryna hear mom's guidance you would think I'd need a hearing aid
See my pupils widen off them drugs that make me float away
Ain't talking bout pills or weed it's pussy, attention and money
Liquor with my niggas the mentality we using daily
To shield ourselves but yet our shells it has some cracks
The darkness that sits within seeping off me into these tracks
I worked my ass off this entire summer making bread and rap
Rarely sleeping, stressing bout tomorrow but was never weeping
You niggas keep biting my style, you thieving
I feel it coming Ima be the greatest by next weekend
Can't be defeated, this a letter
They gon read it, see the full picture
Leave my haters conceded, new hits causing new blisters