Been the same since a kid and I'll always change
No shit there's nostalgia in my brain
Thanks for the name and the nickname
(So much I can't forget. So much I can't)
When I consider it all, I guess I'm always extra
Most everybody wants applause, but only thought about it
(Tired of people's shit) Must be the ego
(Why can't they admit?)
And it's not like my own mom I hate
She's tryna see me and relate
But for some reason I can only feel myself round mates, no obligations
I can see that one day she was eight
'Cause she mistakes, like, all the time
I choose to stay in my room and in my mind
Sorry Momma, this is real life
Can't tell you what it feels like
Can't tell you what it feels like
We living in different times
Sorry Momma, this is real life
Can't tell you what it feels like
Can't tell you what it feels like
We living in different times
Sorry Momma, this is real life
Can't tell you what it feels like
Can't tell you what it feels like
We living in different times
Sorry Momma, this is real life
Can't tell you what it feels like
Can't tell you what it feels like
We living in different times
The amateur quality of this tape and it's music videos made me realize I can do more than i thought. If it wasn't for Ade Hakim and my discovery of slums, i may have never started Art Club. SolaceMusic