Jokes On You

Yeye,
Look,

I ain't never been good at making priorities of shit that need prioritising,
I've realised that I've waited too long to realise it,
And shit I wonder why I'm still climbing,
They tell me people look up to me, I don't feel like it,
And all these artists I don't fuck with,
Are centrepiece in all of your discussions,
And now I gotta act like I don't see them sleeping on me, and I'm cool with making music nobody can't nobody get in touch with,
But while I'm worried about this album stressing over the outcome,
Got hella people that keep on asking me how come?
Like you a father now, settle down,
But if I did that who am I really lettin' down,
What about the dreams my woman ain't never chased,
Cause she was at the crib wit' my babies gettin' them raised?
That's when the man in the mirror comes into play,
And finally says straight to my face like,
You just go to studio,
Don't worry about your wife, your newborn and your 2-year-old,
Don't worry about the fact that you're missing watching 'em children grow,
Tell yourself that that's just the price of making your music blow,
And while you sit inside the booth,
Spitting all the shit you claiming is truth,
The clock is ticking, ticking, tocking on you,
And everything be moving on and it ain't stopping for you,
Like when you finally gon' learn that the world don't revolve around you,
True,
Look at the shit you doing,
Look at the way you moving,
Look at the shit you losing,
Huh,
Like what is you really losing?
Like what is you Tryna prove huh?
Ain't you the one that said it ain't about the money,
Haha, good one man that's really funny,
But while you tryna tell a joke or two,
Maybe you'll finally see the jokes on you,

I lost my way I know that now,
But all of these things they come back round,
And all of these voices get so loud,
You see these things, but who sees my pain?
I guess that's just the way,
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh,
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh,

Yeah