Questions

So many questions and not enough answers
I'm watching the clock ticking by, and I'm dancing
I'm lost, but I'm loving the high of advancing
Won't learn everything but found peace in that answer
I promise this honest found solace in hate
They stuck in a bottle I'm tossing away
Got a lot on my plate, lot on my brain
Like, when will I live if it isn't today?

Need to get off my ass, need to stop smoking cigarettes
Gotta get cash, parents ask, "Did you get it yet?"
Told 'em, "This rap shit take time, but I'm getting it"
Gonna be famous, they ask if I did it yet
Not yet
Let 'em know I'm my own prospect
I told 'em it's a long process
But go and hit my phone if you got any questions

Questions
Questions running through my mind
Oh, answers
Oh, answers of which I never seem to find
No, I'm never satisfied