It’s all about decisions and making a living

Scraping the gunk up off the dishes

And gagging in the kitchen

Rappin' and wishing

There's a pleasure in sprinting when you’re winning

Feel like you’re in it

But I'm only minutes

Ahead and measuring in inches

I'm itchin’

Hungry as Michelin Stars

And those who get 'em will get 'em

I was in a pickle and vinegar isn't bitter

I'm brittle

I know that little by little by little

Isn't little

I swear I knew that shit since I was little

But I'm always speaking it in riddles

To keeping to fiddling with signals

Symbols and fucking ripples

Pennies and fucking nickels

When I'm ready to be ready to fucking whistle

Like a missile

Giggle and fucking

Sniffle

It's like I wanna see him go so I can miss him

It's like I gotta see him blow so I can listen

It's like I'd love to be my girl for a day

So I could understand why I’d fucking kiss him

Shake up the fucking system

I'd keep my motherfucking distance

I ain’t a victim

I gotta show him the fucking ropes

What gives huh?

Now who’s the lil' bitch?

I had a bout with my depression

Where I was left in the left lane

Restless and guessing

Messed up on

What was left in it

Struggling to come to terms with what was stressing me

And sweating around my friends

Like they were testing me

My parents empty nesting

But I'm empty lest I do what's next

So spare me the empathy

I get that y’all don't get what y’all have meant to me

Y’all made me feel like I was meant to be

And mentally

I'm stronger than my long days

Hours spent on scrapped songs

At last

I'm laughing looking at my facts wrong

You try to make it last

Man it don’t last long

And if I master it then that man that's my last song

Its pure magic

Tackling the task of mastering your craft

For fore and aft

To core and mask

To going to the store in the morning

To pouring gas

Knowing slow is damn fast

Man I bet they wished a man had asked for help

Or tripped him when he ran fast

I wanna be a man bad

Sometimes it feels like I am dad

Only difference is I can rap

He don’t understand that

If he knew I loved it man he’d understand that

But till now I've been a coward

Empowered by negative attention

Skimping on the showers

And drinking more than I like to mention

I'd be lying if I said I didn't think

About trying to end it

But all my strife’s time-mended

And oftentimes I talk to the old me

And I commend him

It's like I

Wanna see him go so I can miss him

It's like I gotta see him blow so I can listen

Its like I'd love to be my girl for a day

So I could understand why I’d fucking kiss him

Shake up the fucking system

Maybe chalk a couple failures up to nothing but wisdom

Try to give 'em optimism

And vision with the rhythm

Mixed with cynicism

The problems made sense when I was in 'em

I'd keep my motherfucking distance

I ain’t a victim

I gotta show him the fucking ropes

What gives

Gives

Gives

Fucking ropes