Alive :( (feat. Dapper Dan)

When you wake up man, in the mornin'

And when you go about your day

And-, and who you are, right? (mm-hmm)

This-, this is how I do my day

I know that the hardest person-

The toughest boss that I've ever had in my life is myself

And my level of consciousness tells me this

I say, well, when I get up in the morning

I will know that I want my day to have certain things

You feel what I'm saying?

So, I-, I lay out that formula, right?

And then at the end of the day, I see how close I was to that

How close I was to being my own boss

Meditate to stop all of the brain fog

Logged out and turned Instаgram off

God whispered, "Take all of them chains off"

'Fuck I spent 300,000 on a Range for?

Validation, what I used to aim for

Tried to hide the shame with the fame, y'all

Got guilt that drove a nigga insane, y'all

Suicide became one of my main thoughts

UberX-ing bitches for a nightcap

Addicted to the pussy, learning how to fight that

Jogging in the dark, had to get my sight back

Can't heal these injuries with an ice pack

Let me head to therapy and I'll be right back

I feel alive, now I'm on the right track

Million dollar deal, really looking type whack

Man, I'm trying to buy the Beatles like I'm Mike Jack

Like I'm Mike Jack

Man, I'm trying to buy the Beatles like I'm Mike Jack

Shh, be quiet!

They gon' fuck around and have to pull a mic jack

(Stay tuned into the frequency, love, love)

Yeah, uh

(You know we be really uptown, really uptown)

I'm 'bout to start making emojis titles (uptown, uptown, uptown)

(niggas get really uptown) They say talk yo' shit (really uptown, really uptown)

(Uptown, uptown, uptown)

But I'm just tryna'- (uptown, uptown), I'm just tryna'

I'm tryna' find a fuck to give about this rap shit and this rigged game

Treat us like slaves, hand us whips and the big chain

It's funny how they call masters "masters"

'Cause if they own yours, they makin' money after you die

Generation gap at my shows, gotta feed the little kids more of the Fergie flows (bitch)

Duckin' all the drugs, I've been fuckin' all the hoes

Tryna' figure out how to fill this hole up in my soul

Tryna' figure out how to stop all I want

Can you be a rapper and live your life like a monk?

I wanna be like Future and drop every month

But if it ain't the vision, God holding my tongue

It's about instant gratification these days

Which leaves us feeling worthless, no matter the age

As I get more aware, it's hard to stay engaged

When you notice all your peers ain't on the same page

Yeah (you know we be really uptown)

Uh-huh (couple uptown niggas with the-)

I got more shit to say (really uptown, uptown, uptown)

Let me scroll down (get really uptown)

Hold up (talk shit, get more-), I'ma tell you why I'm unhappy (get really uptown)

I'm unhappy about music in its current state

I'm unhappy about my appetite and my current weight

I'm unhappy about my friends and how they handle certain things

Growing pains make it stressful to go through certain change

I ever tell you, "Get a job," I ain't tryna' be lame

You gotta try everything before you ask me for change

Money don't grow on trees, especially with the fame

'Cause if the ship ever sink, you will tarnish my name

And act like you was never a part of the blame

I crippled you by getting you apartments and rings

When a little bit of struggle can make the hustle ingrained

It's treacherous waters, taught you how to swim, but it's hard to sustain

Stay afloat

Coming out (uptown, uptown, uptown)

(Uptown, uptown, uptown)

(Stay tuned into the frequency, love, love)