Sober Minded Music - Grand Pupa lyrics

[Intro: Homeboy Sandman] Yo, yo, I had to, I had to go deep inside my mind I was talking to homegirl, I had to try to figure it out, yo Yo, I'm trying to improve, self-improvement Through...through what? I'm trying to keep it real with myself, right? [Homeboy Sandman] Sometimes my weakness still surprises me I try to fight it but the p**y mesmerizes me I ain't even worried 'bout how tight it be Don't know what I'm doing, if it's wrong or if it's right of me I get so excited b, every time a cutie saying hi to me I ain't trying to lie to her, I lie to me Guess that that's the irony Nonetheless I'm tireless entirely Now she thinks she needs a tire iron and an eye on me Time to face my mommy issues finally Time to take the oil to the refinery She'd be always rolling eyes and sighing at the sight of me She was always fighting me Got all in my psyche Ever since it seems the thought of being alone has always frightened me To the point that people use to liken me To some type of player but I wasn't playing I was always praying she be staying All of those erections and different directions I'd be swaying Had me feeling like a phony One day I'm always calling her, calling her tenderoni Next day I'm feeling lonely See I ain't never give these women time to be my homey I'm busy trying to take them home, I need someone to hold me I never took the time to let them show me I was all for moving forward with the unknown 'til I found out they didn't know me My heart was those degrees below, that sh** was all baloney I wanted that Maria meeting Tony And now I'm sitting home and steady on the bone, and got to one to blow me I got no one and got no one and only And luckily I'm in the zone with writing songs 'cause time be moving slowly Without no one to work the pole or to ride the pony I'm also into cuddling But I'm never cool just being a hunk, I'm always trying to be the husband Yo, it be just a couple pumps, I'm trying to call her pumpkin I always knew that I was up to something Yo, look all in my file, my whole style been denial and delusion I wanted the illusion I speak on future, that sh** would confuse them I was using them Figured, since I usually was choosy while I was choosing them Found them, then I frowned on the notion of ever losing them I became a loser, though Saying all the right things for the wrong reasons Thought I's [honest] so my conscious and conversations were clear But entire situations, my motivation was fear Currently my motivation is willingness to evolve Hear the voices, I don't listen, I have discipline and resolve There's no need to answer yes to every single invitation Had enough of playing doctor, time to play some operation More preciser movements, less the oscillation More procrastination, less the proclamations, less the isolation This is something that I owe to myself One to grow with's the goal of getting a hold of myself I don't know how it's gonna go, but it's gotta go Hot or cold, yo, I'mma hold on tight and yell Geronimo Not opposed to trying to be adult and try a new approach And I'm quite excited at the prospect of some new results Get my head right 'stead of always trying to poke Get my heart right while it still has got a pulse, before it's broke Get the venom and the sickness out my system before I find another victim Only one that's even truly on my wish list is my wisdom So I'm off my sh** and on to right my ship and keep it steady When I meet her, I'll be ready, if we haven't met already Take a rest then rescue me, acting like a refugee Which has been my specialty, but the truth shall set me free I been fishy as a fisherman with fishes in the sea But now the hydra's slain, I'm hydroplaning, plain as you can see [And won't ruin it for] someone to spoon with soon as I can sleep Now I'm off to make the ladies swoon as soon as I can be Peace