Digress Lyrics

I lost my voice by the way

Happy 2023

Look

I don't make a resolution I just go for it

(I just go for it)

I can't smoke to cope no more so I just raw-dog it

(I just raw-dog it)

Had to cut the nigga off that I was raw-dogging

(I was raw-dogging)

Gotta move tact, better usage of the noggin

(Use my own noggin)

Lost my way a little I was driving through the fog and

(I was driving through the fog and)

It takes some time to get up when nobody sees you falling

(Nobody sees you falling)

Dirt under my nails cuz I've been crawling from the bottom

(I've been crawling from the bottom)

Toxic positivity won't help me, I don't got none

(I don't got it, I don't got it)

Cuz I'm a realist and I'm pragmatic

I get cynical, at times I panic

I get bitchy and I'm erratic

I'm impulsive and full blown manic

Future scares me so I obsess

Wonder if I'm cut out for this

Tired of lessons, my life's no test

Nigga I'm depressed

But I digress

I digress

I digress

But I digress

Every day I wake up just a bit closer to 30

(Just a bit closer to 30)

Thinkin' bout achievements only make a nigga worry

(It only make a nigga worry)

All my friends are superstars, they shooting like Steph Curry

(Swish, swish)

Comparison done stole my joy and ran off in a hurry

(Yeah it ran off in a hurry)

I'll never resent my brother, I'm proud of the progress

(I'm proud of the progress baby)

I just wanna catch up and perfect my own process

(Process baby)

I been feeling stuck, too busy worried bout my pockets

(Too busy worried bout my fuckin' pocket)

I miss when I didn't have to think about no profits

But I'm a realist and I'm pragmatic

Shit expensive, and I don't have it

They beg for content, to show your face

Pay attention for like two days

I just poured in my whole life savings

Satisfying your short-form cravings

My imposter syndrome's a mess

All while you get to

(While you get to)

Digress

You get to digress

You get to digress

While I need angel investors

Yo

I been stuck in my analysis paralysis

Another year passed but I can't snap out of it

Thinkin' bout my next move to my detriment

Trapped inside my head but, nothing makin' sense

All I need is dollars, but this job pay me in cents

All my money go to bills and paying off the rent

And what's left? People love to tell me to invest

But I can't pay the prices that these new niggas expect

Underground cliquey, niggas only like they friends

But if they think you'll bring them hella ends

Then they might play pretend

A shaky hand is one they might extend

So they could ride the wave until the end

And that's the ugly truth

Don't matter if you fire in the booth

If they don't like you then you get the boot

Cuz it's bout who you know

That's what get you backstage at the show

That or acting like a groupie hoe

But what do I know

What the fuck do I know

Like what the fuck do I know

What the fuck do I know

What the fuck do I know

What the fuck do I know

What the fuck do I know

What the fuck do I know

What the fuck do I know

What the fuck do I know

But I digress