Training wheels - Intellectual

[Chorus 1]

All my notes is filled with do's and don'ts

Go to do I don't

26 still feel like times I learned to tie my shoes and zip my coat

Baby steps

Riding cycles that don't take me far nowhere

Father used to push me back on 95th to start my gears

Now I'm grown, progress still not far as I have sought to go

Think on all the times I fell, just to get the spot I hold

Think on younger times, that I'd scrape my knees and start to cry

Just to go back pedaling once I got up and wipe my eyes

Translate it, why do I feel like, bumps and scars don't serve as down payments for the other side, wherе comfort lies

Like being grеat don't mean compromise and hard times

Instead I run to my vices

Consistency is a lesson I've yet to learn, I still yearn conciseness

I hate the journey, I hate the battle, I hate the struggle, internal shackles

Infertile plots from stories that plateau

Before the ending, abandoned capsules

Writings all I have at most

That's what helped me cope

With it, God den gave me all I asked and I still I do the most

Think on times where I be in a flow, days on days in mode

Just to break my cycle once, then on

From there completely fold

I know this is my repeated foe

Always keeps a hold

I write lines in hopes I stick to script one day and learn my role