Married to My Goals

Married to my goals, I could never have a wife
Trying to see how far, I can take it in my life
Goals I achieve, everybody wanna reach
Gospel of success, yeah I hustle when I preach
They say that I am bitter, I might reconsider
Smile warm like summer, Even in the coldest winter
Her eyes keep a linger, a mating call and shes a singer
She's looking for some loving, with a ring on her finger
Most people settle down, out of fears of being lonely
No dreams in their lives, so they live it through somebody
They laugh at my investments, to much risk they will ramble
Then give up their essence, in a fifty fifty gamble

They bet it all all on love, uh yeah
They bet it all all on love, yeah
They bet it all all on love, uh yeah
They bet it all all on love, and that's alright but
I got goals than I'm climbing above

Your sweetheart with a deep heart
Is somebody else whenever you a part
Can't put all your passion, or it will turn into poison
Don't ever stop from putting your goals in motion
I wake up every morning, And I visualize death
No distractions just acceptance, of my ultimate step
Sands of time, fly by, it's useless to ask why
When the tide rises, id rather float than die
I've become a coldhearted, With a smile and a crown
Not that I'm unable to love, but I could never put love above
My own expectations of life that I'm living to the fullest
Nothing could stop me short of a rainstorm of bullets

Its abundance, Looking at girls wanting to dance
Crazy in my younger years, gave romance a chance
Enough experience to understand, the reality of society
Rather die fighting on my feet, than begging up on my knees
It's okay I put my self first, If I die who gonna drive this hearse
They say the truth hurts, No play I don't rehearse
Might have lost my heartfelt, but replaced it with dreams worth
Big picture visions your computer couldn't render words
Alone but not lonely, have a hard time understanding
The same people spending, big money on big branding
To feel a little better, come the weather in December
Envy is a test and this, cuffing season remembers
Two ways to break a person, using fear as a main tactic
People hide their fears, masqueraded behind virtue
Talk about being humble, when they peasants and not kings
Only one talking money, while these fools talk about rings
Fear of loss, so they hang on to things that float
Unaware that they can swim, they'd rather float to shore
I'ma pirate I'ma king, I'ma mother fucking captain
rather die in the ocean, than live in the land of the mundane