BRUCE WAYNE STORIES Lyrics

Yeah Bruce Wayne, Gotham

Mask on popping

Starting to feel like somebody else whenever I'm locked in

Instagram models, champagne bottles

Anything to hide behind the pain that every night follows

Pops down the road

Same zip code

We ain't spoke in months I guess he changed, that's how this shit go

Now it's front row, moving from the bleachers

They don't prepare you for when the student surpasses the teacher

Lanes getting narrow, speed limits triple

Now I'm doing 180's just to come and get you

Flagrant fouls by the team, we playing through the whistle

I'm Jordan in 88 and the world wanna play for the Pistons

Mom ain't getting younger

Music finally booming

And I just use this shit to hide how reality views me

Lost a few friends, lookin back I don't think I was losing

Could have been varsity but my coach didn't know how to use me

Now it's tinted windows every time I touch down

And I can't talk to women, they all in a rush now

Nah they don't want no rubbers involved

They all tryna call

Catch my ass slipping, get a bust down

Yeah and my exes still subbing

Tryna get a rise out of me to feel something

They just fans in disguise, I don't gotta say nothing

They just fans in- I don't gotta say nothing

February's starting to feel like Octobers

Another year older

I'm still tryna skip boulders

Dad fighting every day to tryna stay sober

And all I ever rap about is girls, money and rovers yeah

My priorities is glitching

Friends all switching

Family been distant

Uncle clowning, dropped outta school to feel different

But I just fucked around and made double my tuition it's wild

Sally Mae couldn't fuck with what I got up inside

Grade A student

Jaden go and get you a job

Now it's people texting asking when can they see me live

And I'm still tryna find a way outta this 9-5

Yeah and now we I-5 coasting

US Mail posted

I been tryna get it going

Yeah and now it's all open, this shit that we just on, yeah it's poetry in motion