[Verse 1: Airospace]
Wanted to start it off brand and say I love my life
Dead in desire, lost the will to drink, now touched by Christ
Came clean to every partner illed, sometimes twice
'Cause it's sin, the wages only heal when hell finds height
Nigga despair by day, hologram by night
If by pain I am, then I kill by spite
Rode the Death Cab with Cutie, might just steal your wife
Hold my left hand, this moody Judy not my type
Said my prayer, Holy Father
Need the strength to go on harder
We find hope, еndearments
Summer lovе is ever shown
A martyr, I cry bloody soft
To deeper calm like storm eyes over water
My struggle made me taller
Got nothing on my armor
If she find another hair on me, it's therapy and karma
Say my presence is embarrassing, just bury me in drama
Got drip down to the anklets, spend my Franklins on my momma
Yet in death, I drown, infest
Just come correct and meet you father, nigga
[Chorus: Scuare]
Take steps slow
Hold it off
Take steps slow
Hold it off
It feels so close to me now
Why can I feel it slowing me down?
[Verse 2: Scuare]
I get so mad at myself, it's still so hard to explain
It's stealing part of my heart, it's filling all of my brain
This silly thing, nothing ever hit me the same
I feel it playing something much crueler than games
How many days? Count
How many signals getting fazed out?
Can't switch dreams like I'm sixteen, can't fix things
Can't even pretend I've been listening or take credit for anything interesting
This bullshit feel like bullshit
I'm really not doing shit
Foolishness is my tomb
Hindsight said I'm through with it, yeah
Late nights, it's four o'clock and I lay wide awake
My whole face, why I hold it off for like the eighth time today?
I don't hate life, but just pray mind won't faith 'fore I make a right
Dig my own way out this fate
I get so mad at myself, it's still so hard to explain
It's stealing part of my heart, there's something wrong with my brain
[Verse 3: Kill Bill: The Rapper]
Fuck keeping a patient pacing (yeah)
I need it now before it fades away (okay)
I'm burning gas to start my day-to-day
I gotta tell my shit is fucked up, how you made me wait
I'm pacing craters by the day, it's turning tables, bruh (yuh)
These rappers bound to time and space while I'm on Dagobah
The Matrix code trickles, stick and poke, you trust the line work
Crossing up these ankles till that motherfuckin' pine hurts
Twenty-three design works, who trying to bark with me
I doubled up the pun, I'll smoke a 'wood, then it's oyasumi
Out here on the ring, they found Saturn in my patterns
Transmute the path, if it don't matter, make it matter
Want it fast? Take it faster, the cattle shape the pasture
I looked at all my habits, mad I couldn't shake 'em faster
What's it matter?
[Chorus: Scuare]
Take steps slow
Hold it off
Take steps slow
Hold it off
It feels so close to me now
Why can I feel it slowing me down?
[Verse 4: Rav]
There's a corpse that walks these city streets (R-AV)
Cursing every word heard muttered, every bird chirp suffered
A cadaver playing undercover, personal summer
Skin suit hangs loose, use the vulgar dirt cover
The local mummy lets out barely vocal hummings now and then
It's not clear if it's tryna blend in or impart a tent
Spends it's time locked inside it's own apartment
Spinning, wishes not arouse suspicion or at all alarm its friends (R-A-V!)
It's all a farce, the on purpose isn't clear
Is the aim to end the grave or to learn to disappear?
Below the surface where no person interferes
Surrendering all parts of itself
All but the sculpture and the mirrors
Spotting vultures everywhere, they take heed long
Waiting on it to abandon entrails for them to feast on
It disappears when things are least calm
It barely shuts its eyes just in case
In case they see some