Danny - F.O.O.D. lyrics

Sometimes I get to wonderin', brainstormin' and thunder

And lightning and rain, inside of the mind of D. Swain

Inside of the mind of a changed man

A little deranged at times, but otherwise a sane man

Dang man, I've been on the path to success

For so long, I feel like I'm the last to be next

But hold on, I see a signpost ahead

That says 'turn around', I can't leave my hopes for dead

I'm too throwed in the game to just throw it away

If I quit now, my dreams'll go tip-toeing away

I've gotta find my destination sooner or later

A true innovator is what I wanna be known as

But to get to the top, it's gonna take my own ass

To blow past these low-class jealous mome raths, yeah

And say everything that I have to say

I'm trying to find my destination, better grab ya plates

This is the F.O.O.D.

Regrets cloudin' my future, hit rewind

Like layin' in a bed of cow manure, I got shit on my mind

Grittin' and grindin' for my moment in the sun

But my hopes are stunted; how am I supposed to get it done?

Whoever said that strugglin' was easy

Probably never had the luxury of hustlin' or being chased

I swear to God they tryin' to change my fate

An appetite for success so I scrape the plate

I grab a bite, so I guess I gotta wait for the date

That I get to where I need to be

Compare the recent me, to the me of times past

I could've easily sold my soul to the wine glass

And even though I might crash, I'm still drivin' down this bright path

Thoughts leaking from my pen, hope I write fast enough

To be an outcast is tough

I'm flyin' solo with a bag full of stuff

Nigga that's what's up

Two roads diverged in a wood, I took the one less travelled

I'm patient so that's one less hassle

If I dream it, I can live it

I've seen the light with vivid imagery

I need to write with fits of energy

But it's hard tryin' to get where I'm goin'

Without a hint or an omen

It's too late to turn around

Perseverance, gotta learn it now

But I'm stubborn how

Am I supposed to survive this rollercoaster hurtlin' to the ground?

I've heard the sound of naysayers

Yes-men, and all of the rest tend to follow 'em

I could get hurt by all the jokes and stares

Smoke and mirrors, I'm chokin' but I'm almost there

Almost clear, the reason why I've suffered for years

I'm glad I started down this road to my own career

I'm never full from all the F.O.O.D. I ate

I'm on the road to be a true rhyme great

This is the muthafuckin' F.O.O.D.