Communicate - Cam Meekins

Yo, got a lot on my mind still, just tryin' to chill

Now I’m fifty on the wine bill, it’s my deal

Rollin' joints when I wake up, baked up

Time for me to get this cake up, they hate us

Love you when you wear no make-up, it’s real shit

Growing up, I used to steal shit, to feel rich

Now I’m gettin' to the money now, it’s funny how

They just love you when you’re on the ground

But when you up, they don’t fuck with you

They wanna throw your ass a line

I got trust issues

They wanna see you try to get it, but you’re stuck tryin'

Don’t wanna see you reach the top, 'Cause they’re like, «What am I then?»

I feel like I figured out life at a young age

That’s why I’m gettin' high and writing words on the page

Tryin' to reflect and leave some letters for my dying days

'Cause when I’m gone, you gon' remember all the bars sprayed

Shit got me thinkin' lately, what I’ll be remembered for

I hope these people hear my songs and see they’re so much more

It ain’t about fuckin' with bitches when I’m out on tour

It’s about spreading the message, even after score

'Cause we been fighting for too long, they been pickin' sides

We ain’t got love in this society, just gettin' by

How we gon' have all this technology, but never try

To make it better for the people struggling inside

I think we need some better leaders, maybe I’m the guy

So many fighting for they rights, know I stand with you

There’s so much evil in the world, what kind of man is you?

If you ain’t standin' up and sayin' these some real issues

Fuck out of here with all this nonsense shit-talkin'

Got people only writin' music so they Tik Tok it

There’s people out there on the streets just tryin' to get some coffee

I got some demons in my head, sometimes that shit exhausts me

But I’ma push through it

Yo, got a lot on my mind still, just tryin' to chill

Now I’m fifty on the wine bill, it’s my deal

Rollin' joints when I wake up, baked up

Time for me to get this cake up, they hate us

Love you when you wear no make-up, it’s real shit

Growing up, I used to steal shit, to feel rich

Now I’m gettin' to the money now, it’s funny how

They just love you when you’re on the ground

Yo, smoke on the dude, know your lungs won’t collapse

I come from the era where you had to spit facts

Make that shit slap, make a difference with your words

And just sit back, and watch the money pile up

I’m screamin' «Fuck Donald Trump» while I swerve in the six

Made a promise to myself: I’ll either die or get rich, and I ain’t dead yet

I’m paranoid, I keep a weapon where my head rests, yo

I got a lot on my mind still, just tryin' to chill

Now I’m fifty on the wine bill, that’s

She gon' say she gotta move on, I’m too gone

Too much shit I’m tryin' to prove wrong, I’m too strong

And my head stands silent, my minds bent

What’s that shit you’re gettin' high with?

That’s my spliff

I just hope we see some better days, I’m in the shade

I just think we need some better ways, communicate, yeah