Creek Stones

Brandon…
No, one, has ever, been, like you
Wake up in the morning and I get straight to my grind
Oxymoron afternoon, I twist the stick up and unwind
Night time riding, city light be shining lightly off my eyes
I pour up another cup to keep some shit up off my mind
All the time, I be getting high, I’m still out my mind
Living life, I’ve been living life, tryna live it right
When I die, if I’m still alive, I’m on the other side
In my eyes, nothing matters, still, I find a reason why
Still, I try to find the meaning, reading in-between the lines
In the sky, I see the moon, it touch me gently every night
Feel the breeze across my face to let me know I’m still alive
Used to be the one to stress, now I get checks up to my eyes, to my eyes
Things went bad from the moment when I stepped in that line
Knowing that I’m only there to maybe catch your eye
It gets me so high every time
Maybe I should just focus
On myself this time
Why did you slip by?
No, one, has ever, been, like you