Rapping through the pain like a tourniquet
I remember when I was playing in them tournaments
Old peacoat had me looking like a journalist
These memories keep my mind light through the turbulence
I'm certain that I'm good for now, all you can do is trust me
As a kid, I wasn't moving funny, but I grew up lucky
Back when my voice sounded like Quas and I was super unseen
The rule of thumb was do my best and take it to the umpteenth
The music runs deep as bad habits, the truth is ugly
After breakthroughs come unease, wish the solution's just breathe
Reflecting on my traits like who could love me?
Who could want me?
Will you resume your studies? You content with losing money?
Autumn evolution, stepping through these crushed leaves
Artists executing make a dude feel hungry
While other people bloom, I'm wilting, so my tune not upbeat
Is it truly just me?
I keep thinking
The once starry eyes keep blinking
The Doomsday Clock keep ticking
Union Square Guitar Center, I keep entering
Try to catch my breath between bridges, can I pause for a minute?
Circadian rhythm never-ending
Nothing new, every thought rewritten
No ingredient ever kept out the kitchen when I'm in it
Every course pending, blame it on the biggest critic