Prelude 2016

By B.Keyz

Released on August 14, 2015

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[Verse]

Some of my late night thoughts

Trying to stay in tune so I never take nights off

These wounds got me feeling scarred

Wish they could scrape right off

Tired of saving how I feel, I take this cape right off

Cause I've been dealing with some issues

I can't shake right off like Taylor Swift

My rocket ship won't seem to take right off

Got the world upon my shoulders, I'm balancing with my arms

Got my talent given from God so they won't break right off

Late night toss with the bed after rehearsals

They got me feeling like I got the nicest in my circle, and that I do

We toured the avenues and flew across the world at altitudes

So how could you be humble after 20,000 shout at you?

It's easy when you never had a parent that could vouch for you

Abandoned as a child so now your grandma's looking out for you

She'll never understand just what it's like to be the man

Wish I could jump out of this window and take flight like Peter Pan

Treat her like Captain Hook, I write so she won't need a hand

For every night she cooks and cleans the pan just to feed the fam

I'm 25 sitting on 50,000 in debt

From a degree I never needed and never wanted to get

I've been haunted with threats

Collectors think I'm flaunting a check

But with all due respect, you can eat a dick 'til it's all in your neck

Cause I ain't got it

I hit the bank to make a deposit to see my balance in the negative

Ain't making no profit, I'm blatantly honest

I'm tryna run the rings like I'm Sonic

But really running out of waves to keep me safe from these comments

Use the tour as my vacation to escape from the problems

But when it's over, they return like they've been waiting to blossom

I came from the bottom, where I just put that face to the bottle

And drank until the liter was hollow and no liter to follow

I took a different route, switched it out with builder's success

From feeling like my life was worthless, now I feel like I'm blessed

With a purpose to lift the stress off of my chest and I ain't talking 'bout benching

When I say I rip my set, I'm next to flex like

Second place in bodybuilding competitions

You're probably feeling optimistic but it's obvious you're incompetent

Competition is missing, I'm in a pompous type of position

I made the promise as a musician I would acknowledge how I'm feeling

And put it on display like exhibits of fabergé

If you feel it, then clap away like you dancing at cabarets

I know that there's some folks that would hope that I pass away

But even if I did, I'd still be a ghost like I'm Patrick Sway

Z's are what they be catching when people sleeping on records

Leaning like they on dope, I'm too lethal to be injected

But back to business, Master Key Principles was a massive scrimage

With nasty lyrics from parables of my ashy living

The attitude of a classy Mick Jagger

Sipping a glass of Absolut, see 'em gasp as I'm passing through

I'm more hazardous than Nazareth, [?]

I just might start a war cause Sony gon' tell a story

Assume I'm not a threat, assume that I'm not the best

They'll be zooming in on the bullets and scoop it out of your flesh