Make It Up

Staring at a blank wall, try to paint a canvas
Shaking up an 8 ball, searching for the answers
Young Ferris who was never on the campus
Both parents couldn’t ever understand it
Hand outs coming up empty handed
Ride around like the bmx bandits
I don’t kid man, really need those transactions
Same reason that I started leaving band practice
Started with the raps thinking I could counteract this
Now I’m playing shows and I’m never looking backwards
In the front row, but there ain’t no you, I know
I be married to the game, not you, like woah
Let em hate cos there ain’t no clue, I go
23 like Draymond do now
So let me make it up, let me make it up, Let me make it up to you
Cos I ain’t lettin up when it ain’t enough
Tell me ain’t a damn thing new
I been searching high and low, now I really know that there really ain’t no you
So let me make it up, let me make it up
Let me, Let me make it up to you
Woah-Oh
Chorus (Alt)
So let me make it up, let me make it up, Let me make it up to you
And when you roll around I can hold it down tell me ain’t a damn thing new
I been searching high and low, now I really know that there really ain’t no you
So let me make it up, let me make it up
Let me, Let me make it up to you
Woah-Oh
They said
Don’t ever quit your day job, but I guess I took my chances
Praying that this thing takes off, and I hope it never crashes
Report card said that all I got is antics
Staying calm trying not to throw a tantrum
Got us working till we’re older than the antiques
Somethings off got us thinking what the catch is?
Look, If you ain’t know better I’m a go getter
From the second that I see her I’mma go get her
First let me get funds like a pro-fessor
So I can blow cheddar, like a pro wrestler!
Been driven since day one
Straight shooter with a vision I ain’t stray from
I’m blowing up like napalm
Most rappers nowadays make me face palm
(Alt Chorus x 1)
Bridge:
Cos I barely know myself
In these lonely hours
And I know you freeze me out
When you hold me outwards
You won’t even text saying no chance
Damn I guess I want what I don’t have
I’m just trying to get mines, like a grown man
Sorry I ain’t Romeo with the romance
Cos I don’t text back when I’m at the studio and it’s late night weekdays
Damn sorry that this 9−5 cutting into all the time we saved
Shitty cos I’m on my phone every time we’re chilling watching game of thrones
at your place
She’s looking for a Jon snow but she ended up with a rapper with no change