 Waking up, cigarette smoked, and it's back to these hopes of me Packing up crowds, used to keep patting the clouds Reaching for stars as I break down some loud Them moving so slow like I really need more But them thoughts that I seek not allowed Like how I could reach you, performing so foreign to me While I'm swamped in this crowd I need them VMAs, this in my DNA I ain't no deity, but I still contemplate, complicate, conversate Me on that BET, MTV, what that bitch meant for me More than just sprint for me, symphonies, more than just synergy That's no epiphany, reach by this pit for weed I'm talking destiny, demons that wrestle me Fuck any recipe, labels collection me