F.T.S
Yeah
As always, I'm tryna figure out this message
Massaging my temple, till I figure out what da steps is
They tell me to come up with new words, I'm not gon' stress it
Cause anything that I say is how I spit my best shit
I'm restless, I'm tired of these motherfuckers
Fuckin' with my heightened mind, I don't need my shit all clustered
I'm just tryna live my life and be a better father than my father ever was
I don't need no problems, I promise
Got little Isaiah in da room, watching Thomas in da living room
I'm writing songs, I'm still a novice
I'm always venting and I keep my poise at its calmest
I swallowed some comets, I'm spittin' fire when I vomit
I try my hardest to stay so modest but I catch on to my talent
And I still don't find my solace, not a color on my palette
I'm always being so honest, I guess my feelings just been absent
Always reminded of why I'm taking these chances
Paint my dreams on this open world canvas but I can't move on my palace
Lately, all I've been painting is blackness
I'm getting distracted, I'm missing some factors
I've been working all backwards, tryna find my own tactics
A blind visionary, caught up in a life of attraction
This missionary of mine, is what gives me my traction
I intertwine my lemon limes, all my beliefs
It's bittersweet but I guess it gives me ease, please
But I guess it gives me ease, please
But I guess it gives me ease
I intertwine my lemon limes, all my beliefs
It's bittersweet but I guess it gives me ease
Life is bittersweet, so why are most people sour
Hate in their hearts, love locked in a tower
Cake on their mind but there's scraps on their plate
This is food for thought, I'm cooking rhymes like a steak
You begin to see clear when your life is at stake
Gun in your face, now you know life ain't simple
A few days ago, you were worried bout a pimple
Prayed not to get popped as sweat runs from your temple
Death was knocking, but he left a message
Instead, you opened your eyes, realized the whole time you were misled
Blood bled, tears shed, eyes red, dad fled
Hanging on to dreams of sanity by a thread
Clinging on to hope, tryna cope with the system
It's not a game boy, everyone's a victim
Coloring the canvas but who's selling the picture
Life is bittersweet, coffee sugar is my mixture
Stirring up the pot, pour it when it's hot
Drink it when it's warm, trash it when it's not
The cycle keeps going but someone needs to break it
Don't always wait for things, live your life as you take it
Walking down the road, least traveled by others
Backs turning on you by those you call brother
Bridges burn but you lit the match
Live and learn, start from scratch
I intertwine my lemon limes, all my beliefs
It's bittersweet but I guess it gives me ease
I intertwine my lemon limes, all my beliefs
It's bittersweet but I guess it gives me ease