...Wishful Thinking

(If there's one thing that I know)
 I've been blind to all my friends
 (Everywhere I ever go)
 I keep trying to defend
 Something I don't wish to
 Me growing out of this is simply wishful
 Thinking ain't no issue
 When I'm in the streets I dry my eyes and look official
 Loud by the fistful
 This cool kid right here is no joke
 This cool kid type professor woke, uh
 Hoe I'm still on the block in my burgundy coat
 With a blindfold on I'll still serve any foe
 With my mind gone I still be superb with a flow
 Still a python, right on
 I'm on another level
 Bitch I revel in the underground
 I need no medals or metals to make me fucking proud
 Give me an instrumental and a pencil
 Watch me buckle down
 Then I'll present you with my mental
 I'm not fucking 'round
 (If there's one thing that I know)
 I've been blind to all my friends
 (Everywhere I ever go)
 I keep trying to defend
 Something I don't wish to
 Me growing out of this is simply wishful
 Thinking ain't no issue
 When I'm in the streets I dry my eyes and look official
 Loud by the fistful...
 I'm sick of crying 'bout my life
 I know where I should go
 To end this cycle, I must try
 A different road
 And I know that it sounds simple, yeah
 My progress is incremental
 Guess I'm still the same face
 Still the same everything every damn day
 Stuck in a loop I can't break, I keep
 Running in circles
 These rings 'round my eyes keep on getting more purple
 I stay on my back like a turtle
 But this apathy's hurtful
 I must grab onto happiness like I actually deserve to
 Experience more than this poorly written act
 Crawling out of bed and dreaming of getting back