The jig is up, nobody knows shit
Not a know it all, just tryna find hope to cope with
Coasting on a crumbling surface
Time is currency, accrue worth from your purchase
I persevere, knowing that nothing here is permanent
Whether clear blue sky or tryna fly in turbulence
Couldn't be bought, even when I bathed in worthlessness
Now it's up front, ya gotta pay to get my services
Uncertain in the real world
But on the microphone, he's got an ocean of concealed pearls
That he keeps with em on a regular basis
On the hunt for truth, it's not just paper he chases
And I've traded in my purpose for a paycheck
But all I got was nervous that I made the choice to waste breath
I inhale and exhale to find the oxygen in smog
In my search for the sun to clear a psyche full of fog
I see it clear when I'm by myself
Gotta keep the fire burning til the icebergs melt
I spent downtime in a personal Hell
And lost everything, but that's what made the verses excel
I'm seeing so many sell themselves short
Settling for mediocrity without remorse
I'm always wanting more, maybe I'm the one that's wrong?
Got a right to be it though, so I'ma do this til I'm gone
It's really all I got, so I got amazing at it
Never had a hit, still somehow became an addict
I get agitated if I'm taking a break from it
Cold sweats, chest tight, getting the shakes and shit
I get lost in it, forgetting what day it is
For the greatness, fuck those tryna make it big
I've been bench pressing questions laying on my chest
Hoping that it works before the day I see my death
They say I need to rest, I don't really disagree
Every time I lay down, I can't get a wink of sleep
So I look up, channeling the energy in star shine
Knowing that it's temporary gets me through the hard times
Doing this is really all that's been consistent
Can't say the same for relationships and friendships
Or anything for that matter that involves communication
I'm not against going out, but I prefer stay in
I see it clear when I'm by myself
Gotta keep the fire burning til the icebergs melt
I spent downtime in a personal Hell
And lost everything, but that's what made the verses excel
I'm seeing so many sell themselves short
Settling for mediocrity without remorse
I'm always wanting more, maybe I'm the one that's wrong
Got a right to be it though, so I'ma do this til I'm gone
I never had a choice really, I was really chosen
No one let us in, so we picked the lock and broke in
Now I got my own corner that I'm tryna expand
What they got a strangle hold on needs to switch hands
Let me hold it for a minute, just to keep my interest
I don't need much, just the whole world and big checks
And a private island that that I'd never have to leave
As long as books and beats, I can receive with ease
I need to ease the tension of all these man made inventions
Consider yourself lucky if you do not fit in