Find Me - Allday

Man I wanted if I said it all

It’s time when the records are done

Was it memorable?

You know what the fuck it was

They gonna talk their shit

I’m gonna shrug it off

Coming up, gave a fuck how I came across

Two years ago, when I couldn’t take another loss

Somebody better put a end to my winning streak

I’m not hearing 'em

I guess it’ll take a lot to offend me man

Fuck all the bullshit and mystique

And telling everything when it’s not pretty

I don’t mind

All for the trippy for strictly

Tatted on my side boy if you need a kitty

Pink and light

There’s no weight where my ex girls are

Watching my clips, feeling regret feels huh?!

In the studio so the rent bills high

They tell me say real

I tell 'em get real high

Find me

You’ve been sad for too long

Find me sitting up

For a little buzz

And everybody’s here

Yeah we did a bunch

Find me

'Money over bitches' is what I’m hearing

Money without love it not appealing

I got too much on my plate

Gotta spill it in my house

Crackin' and blind for you to peer in

And my peers, they all just appearing now

And the older generations, kinda fizzled out

Swear to get up in my space when I’m sitting down

Tryna get a real account, what I’m really 'bout

But I’m really human, staring at my cup

Friends scare, who dared told me that’s enough?

I’d probably get 'em kicked outta here, in a flash

In the mood strikes, that’s how I’m feeling tonight

When I was 17 I forgot the train

Walked in to the show hoping everyone ignored me

Had to win a battle to force to record

Didn’t know the card but I know it was a sure thing

When I wasn’t confident, I was confident

Even when I was competent, I was on some shit

Like I got it, I promise, I’m positive

I was rapping back when Britney was hot and shit

You know the deal, played shows to no-one

I recall the first 4 kids that showed up

And I brought drinks 'cos it meant so much to me

So my recently is all grown up

Sorta like my friends, and my brothers and the styles so shitty

People telling me about my own home city

Now put me on the lights man, fuckin' no dimming

Look at what I made of all killer, no filler;

like Sum 41

Already I’ve won, already have fun

Already would’ve liked

So you know I would die for this

So this is our cult man

And mix in cool-aid just right for you

Find me

You’ve been sad for too long

Find me sitting up

For a little buzz

And everybody’s here

Yeah we did a bunch

Find me