Top Songs By King Iso
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
King Iso
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tarrel C. Gulledge
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
King Iso
Producer
Lyrics
Yeah
I be lookin lost in space, and shit
Zoned out
In my head
Way too much time I've been spending in my head
My head
Even in a world so big, I'm stuck in one in my head
In my head
And even 'though I try to change it
I might be this way until I'm dead
That's what I said
This that 6 in the morning, staring at the ceiling
While I'm laying in my bed
And I keep spinning like the frames, the axis, I
Gotta bunch of things I see, and don't speak on, left to wonder why
I got a fucked up point of view, and lenses foggy, oh my eyes
Need a new perspective, who could check it? This not how I die
I read a little book The Four Agreements
Wanna tell the author "You're a genius"
Needed to get back to my core of thinking
More so, even my odd life
Society took, and distorted my being
Programming us all to destroy and be free and
We're locked in the thoughts that you told us to think
But I'm uninstalling it, I'm totally cleaning house
It's something to think
Like how our mind so cluttered, and be in the clouds
I just wanted the key, to one day to be free
No wonder why people doubt
Peace, we wanna just scream and shout
We numb it while puffin' the weed
Or drunk off the drink, If one of you see
In public me and ask "What are you thinking 'bout?"
I'ma say I'm in my head
Way too much time, I've been spending in my head, in my head
Even in a world so big, I'm stuck in one in my head, in my head
And even 'though I try to change it, I might be this way until I'm dead
That's what I said
This that 6 hours later, still don't wanna wake up
I ain't even ate, but every day I
Dread like a Rasta
In my head how I'm locked up, state of mind fed, it ain't locked up
Sped through the blockbusters
Watching like a set, how I conduct, yeah like an opera
Waving the stick at the opps, suited up
Homie yea, I'm a mobster, yup, need a doctor
Try to terminate what I been feeling
But I'm itching for a killing
Feel like Arnold, how I get to the chopper?
Free thinkers they don't need
Because if indeed we are, then they never could stop us
We bleed, and cry believing
The lies of people who try to tell us we're not the
Ones who are deserving of the happiness
And love and got us feeling like a failure, but the rep I just got up
I'm the definition of definition by repetition
Made my own and put that on the set and my mama
You're just a lonely man, or woman, my exit plan's to X out the drama
I just hope I am really giving my best I stand on every obsta-
Cool I'm frozen, and won't break for a second, damn, but yeah, here the opps come
Tell us no we can't, but I say yes we can like Presi' Obama
Hold up, wait a second, I'm not done
Get to the root of it like entomology
People said I would never be hot, but
Now I made it, and got Tech riding shotgun
See, I be feeling I've stepped up a lot but
Society make me self talk like I wasn't
Even worth it or maybe deserve it
We're breaking the curse because every outcome
When I have idle time and I just sit
In my head
Way too much time I've been spending in my head
In my head
Even in a world so big, I'm stuck in one in my head, in my head
And even 'though I try to change it, I might be this way until I'm dead
That's what I said
This that 6 hours later, still don't wanna wake up
I ain't even ate, but every day I
Yeah
Six twelve six shit
<span begin="3:13.048" end="3:13.481">Yeah</span> <span ttm:role="x-bg"><span begin="3:15.125" end="3:16.051">(Every day I)</span></span>
<span begin="3:18.879" end="3:19.471">Zoned out</span> <span ttm:role="x-bg"><span begin="3:21.943" end="3:22.823">(Every day I)</span></span>
Written by: Tarrel C. Gulledge