Bukshot Wide Awake Lyrics

[Verse 1: Bukshot]
I'ma talk shit 'cause I'm a shit talker
Hard as mob hits, I'm a block monster
Ain't no role model plus these tips hollow
'Bout to take 'em to the Train Station, don't follow
Never sold a fifty dollar verse to save my life
If I resort to that I quit this music, have a little pride
I'd work a 9-to-5 and throw my mic away 'fore I'd resort
To treat my love and passion like some after-school or summer sport
This shit is real to me, I take it f*ckin' serious
I wear it on my sleeve and bleed for this 'til I'm delirious
My homie Str8 one day told me 'bout the folly
Said if you ain't breathin', eatin' music, dawg, this is the hobby

[Chorus: Bukshot]
Just layin' here wide awake tryna figure out where the pieces fit
ReaIity's a mile away, tryna find my inner peace and shit
No dreams, I'm wide awake, I find my conscience start to drift away
Can't tell if it's real or fake so I lay here, eyes closed, wide awake

[Verse 2: Bukshot]
My whole life always tried to do the right thing
Even when I'm wrong, layin' here for what the night brings
Think about all these people and these petty beefs
Somehow they put me in the middle like some dirty sheets
Dawg, make your own bed, tell me why you on that
This ain't got shit to do with me, I'm a lone cat
See, you created this, homie, this is your mess
Drama, yeah, you made it this, dropped the ball is my guess So why you actin' like it's me that has wronged you?
Take a little accountability and think your thoughts through
I've only been a friend for real, took my kindness for weakness and rode it down a hill

[Chorus: Bukshot]
Just layin' here wide awake tryna figure out where the pieces fit
ReaIity's a mile away, tryna find my inner peace and shit
No dreams, I'm wide awake, I find my conscience start to drift away
Can't tell if it's real or fake so I lay here, eyes closed, wide awake

[Verse 3: Bukshot]
Tossin', turnin', still can't sleep, thoughts keep churnin'
Mud on my cleats, dug in learnin'
Dude was a sheep, bridges stayed burnin'
Had a shepherd's staff, master of controllin'
Signin' autographs, a wolf in sheep's clothin'
Demons in the soul, even paint can't hide
Hearts freezin' in the cold, you can see it in his eyes
Career is fallin' off, he's forced to be a leader
Every pill that he pops gets him closer to The Reaper
What kind of man'll punish fans for not
Believin' in his ideologies and greed he's got?

[Chorus: Bukshot]
Just layin' here wide awake tryna figure out where the pieces fit
ReaIity's a mile away, tryna find my inner peace and shit
No dreams, I'm wide awake, I find my conscience start to drift away
Can't tell if it's real or fake so I lay here, eyes closed, wide awake