So Far, So Close

I’m so sick of waiting
I’ve been procrastinating
That’s my time, (my time), my time, (my time), oh yeah
foreplay
Hit me on the phone
, with the motherfucking sauce
with the kush, got a motherfucking cross
I can’t afford to take a loss
Everything I write has a motherfucking cause, had a motherfucking cause
Gotta' stack papers to pay the price to be the boss
Lust away from ladies they gonna hate me when I’m floss
Cause when I pull up like a rich homie, ri…, ri…, rich homie
They got
She gonna roll these streets smoke and blow in any face
Put in the grand shotgun
She had a hell of a day, a hell of a day
I will never like or comment on it
Never sit on a table to got drama on it
That’s why I’m so, so good on my own
I’ve been on the road
Gettin' money, fucking bitches, doing shows
I’m so fucking over with these shows
Got a feel like this is all a nigga' knows
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’ve been thinking, I’ve been thinking
Maybe I’ll just stop right there
Cause I’m better when I do it
Just to do it I don’t care
I’ve been working, I’ve been working
Like a slaveman, so yeah
I just really want my freedom
Ice my chains and braid my hair
So far, so close
So far, so close
So far, so close
To everything I really needed