An Artist To Be Lyrics

I'm feeling better than I should be

Golly gee

On God

Look at me

What I become man

Is this what you see?

A know-it-all

Who's so obnoxious

Known to throw a brawl

Over a broad in overalls

Coleman's so appalling

I'm pushing friends away

With no apology

I guess they gotta see my toxicity

I promise if I make it big

I'm fucking leaving this city

I'll live in isolation

Smoking ice and I'll be baking rhymes

Taking my time

Building a farm

Raising the steaks

While I'm raking the lawn

I gotta leave

I'm getting sick of this fucking feeling

Like who am I?

Is this a second life?

In my first I must have been doing time

My rhymes go

On and on

My rhymes go

On and on

I hope you welcome me back with open arms

Coleman's still throwing up flows in his mom's garage

I gotta do what I wanna be

See what I wanna see

That's all there is for me man

An artist to be

An artist to be

Stopped at the crossroads

Hoping it put Coleman in God mode

Met the devil

Seemed like he levelled with me

Now I got flows

Cruising home, bumping Vato

Missed all the fucking potholes

Fuck this feels right

Hitting every green light

Seems like something I could get used to

Used to have writer's block

Now all I do's

Cruise to new tunes

Produced by yours truly

Introducing a new me

Groovy, ruthless, in tune loosely

I ain't calling yah over

For you to bawl on my shoulder

I'm over it

Rolling a sober kid

Are the bars still appropriate?

I don't know if you noticed it

By the second verse I'm already getting bored of this shit

I'm just spitting

I hope you welcome me back with open arms

Coleman's still throwing up flows in his mom's garage

I gotta do what I wanna be

See what I wanna see

That's all there is for me man

An artist to be

I hope you welcome me back with open arms

Coleman's still throwing up flows in his mom's garage

I gotta do what I wanna be

See what I wanna see

That's all there is for me man

An artist to be