"Thoughts"

The future is cloudy With my anxious mind And I think all day Is it worth my time

But you know what This aint no ballad Not a story No mind's too crowded

With all the thoughts Of everyday Keep pushing on Get my pay

Although there is something My beats are true And my mind's just thumping Through and through

I perform every night I'm just saying I shine on the stage I'm just raying

All in all End of the day I pass out Even when I'm wrong I get my way

In the morning I get up Grab my keys Driving to a pump

Cause I'm alive and I'm rhyming No Sam I Am A new car a week Lincoln, Abraham

Don't get me wrong I'm no president I'm just Lincoln these logs I'm a residentttt

Advisor I plan my own meetings I run my buisness Economy take my beatings

And still I Play it true Because I'm no beiber fever But I'm spreading like flu!