Cal Combs - Survival Lyrics

Streaming comets
Tailwinds of our dreams propelling rockets
A culture of late nights
Halfway awake chasing a fleeting feeling
We are the night
And the more in the moment we become
The more it shapes the condition,
We are hopelessly clutching to social cues
And targeting material
Disobedient and buying restriction
Somehow are a unified silhouette flashing pink
Against the backdrop of glowing aesthetics
We are the cities we live in and our lights are bright and intrinsic
Tokyo called me and I found a world unknown
In this neon wasteland
With glowing bulbs buzzing overhead
I am grounded and still certain of nothing
We find rhythms and people
And experience in sunsets
And we forget about where we are from
we just dance and laugh and relate
And the DJs keep the tempo of it all
My words have changed and the compositions I create no longer reflect the kid I used to be
You see
I dreamt about this place
Far far away
And in having such a dream
I was always chasing the rising sun
And now that I have become what I had certainly planned to
I am disproportionately satiated
And I relish in the achievement and
I must find something new to run after
Or my boxes will remain unchecked
I'm pointing to the stars when the time comes
And I'm just waiting for when the time comes

Trap beat for my trap flows
45 with the red rose
On time stay ten toes
Mayweather with the punch blows
You ain't get it
See the problem is that the world shaped me
Too shady
All savage
Pressure pushed me to the max madness
Ball bat with a fat average
Taking to me wrong you can get it
Flipping the switch off the semi
Putting some holes in the city
There's bullets for everything pretty
See this was the life that they told me was real
Most of them hungry to kill
And me, I'm just playing the field
God please get me out of here

All times I keep the light on
Pull up with a notebook I gotta write on
All of the feelings I'm feeling when here
Living my life in the presence of fear
Who knew the condition was more than a motive
To keep my enrollment and steadily going
I gotta get rolling if imma survive
I hope I survive

Too much of that talking
Thinking that there is no option
Fighting it out like a boxer
Mentally more like a Rasta
Pull up and punch ya then toss ya
Next day in school they was gawking
Talking like Cal Combs was really the realest
Pulled out a gun on them boys like a villain
Raising my coolness right through the ceiling
Oh my
I don't know why
All of the good things I did was not ever respected
Until I was acting so crazy and reckless
They wanted to be my best friend
When me and D-Byrd was making them bands
All of them acting like fans
Damn
All this acceptance got me making plans
And
I realized my interpretation
Of what I thought was respect
Was more or less just a test
Cuz all these kids real stressed
The pull back from the chest
They thinking I might buy a vest
I don't know what comes next
I'm cashing these minimal checks