Uncertainties

Yeah
Oh lord ma God, Yeah
Mitch Angelo
I live my life on the edge
Nothing to stop me but death
Ambitions going in circles I pray I don’t disconnect
Cause I been looking for answers fingers been scratching for depth
Are you feeling stress? Are you inside my head?
Apologies cos i been feeling like this since I was a boy
I’ve always gotten house, I’ve always wanted a home
I’ve always cried when I felt empty like I’ve been filled before
Ever gotten A and still wanted something more
Being insatiable has fucked me up when getting results
Maybe I did get the win why don’t I feel like I won
Why don’t I feel can win again if this shit was redone
Maybe I really was lucky, but when did luck give a fuck
Every sacrifice I made has brought me right to this spot
But then my Niggas are happy, and don’t got what I got
And they don’t got my experiences and they don’t got my results
Am I doing it right, am I doing it wrong
Is all this shit really worth it or maybe it is fate that working
I’m really confused by the shit that you do
I’m really confused by the shit that you do
Throw back to the days when I thought I want this
Now I’m up here and I think I’m selfish
Cos mama tell me say boy you’ll be okay
I pray that my niggas are great
As long as my niggas are great
But I’m never satisfied
Never Never
Never Never
Never Never
But I’m never satisfied
Never Never
Never Never
Never Never
But I’m never satisfied
Never Never
Never Never
Never Never
But I’m never satisfied
Never Never
Never Never
Never Never
Am I underrated? Am I overrated?
Everyone debated
Even when they looked on with hatred, I was motivated
Even when they looked on with praise, I just know they hated
Everything I do for buzz
Do I do enough? do I do too much?
Should I pull the plug?
Should I kill my dreams? Should I do for love?
Would they love me more if they knew what’s up
Put my trust in the game and it drew my blood
Am I over heads? Am I good enough?
Women called me boo and then booed me off…
. when they waited and waited for greatness delayed and money trees for shade
but it took too long
And they hated the lateness, migrated to niggas getting paid and said I’ll
never bloom at all
And it’s sad to think of
I should bring up…
…the times that I met y’all fakes and you said that we had to link up
I had to drink up
…the lies with hope as a mixer
Got broken and fixed up
Nobody holding me down, they provoking my lift off
But… Am I worthy of rise
A bird in the skies?
One of the coolest or a nerd in disguise
This burden of mine.
.I carry is hurting my spine
I worry sometimes
Torn between remaining me…
… Or becoming the fake niggas you came to see
Smoke rappers on a track when I mirror my idols.
. Or hide behind smoke and mirrors
Water down and soak the lyrics
What the fuck should I do
My folks are proud. Are they really though?
Or is the morale really low.
. Cos the first son never brought a milli home
On my left is a booth, on my right is a 9 to 5 desk
Devil and the deep blue sea. How do I survive death?
Why should I stress?
Maybe I should just say fuck it and be done with this shit
Or maybe my next move about to put me on some rich shit…
…like that’s what I care about
But I’m never satisfied
Never Never
Never Never
Never Never
But I’m never satisfied
Never Never
Never Never
Never Never
But I’m never satisfied