The extroverted introvert
Who silently ponders everything that doesn't matter until it hurts me
Numbs me til I'm bored, drown my sorrows in piano chords
I think this stuff's valuable
But my mind's malleable
It was only 6 years ago that I started to think for myself
I considered my health and asked do I really value wealth and I said
"Hell no", depends what I can get with it though
Dropping projects faster than Roberto Osuna can throw
This music flows out of me like streams
I'm streaming Brockhampton and making yet another Milo meme
Budding ornithologists are weary of tired analogies
They flip birds at their salaries
They eat Junior Chickens unashamed, counting calories
But Imma be right here, writing all my own verses
But don't worry, no curses, I never had uncertainties
I'll be dedicating this album to my wife in the near future
Cause I'm her suture
And no one else do it smoother
Don't hear those rumours
Circulating like the blood stream
Don't listen to them
Cause they be hanging off the balance beam
I'll be treating every word they say like a pipe dream
I'm on the seam, that's right
I'm in the cut, mhmm
My flow extreme, oh yeah
This ain't no rut
And I'm trying to find a way to make my own vibe
But everyone thinks that it's so damn easy to just be original
Get original
Just be original
Be original
Cut it
Let's try this

I remember taking deep walks in late May
I remember ranking the works of Green Day
I remember waking up happy every Saturday
I remember making unintentional ashtrays out of clay
I remember going outside when I wanted to play
I remember loving skies blue and hating the grey
I remember wanting to get older so I could live my life
I remember

I never wanted to leave life behind
But the world slowly dying is a foreboding sign
I'm lying in a basement made out of man-made memories
I can't take this place along, all that's meant to me
The beat stops prophetically, winding in and out of my heart beat but steadily
Individuals of the future might hail me
But I've never heard a single word, especially
When the words of your past harshly dictate your walkway
When I was a young boy, I remembered three paths
One was the highway, two was the quota
Three was the words of a man who taught me everything I know
He told me to be good to every person that you meet
But look out for yourself cause you're also in need
He wouldn't always stay true or practice what he preached
But I still try today to hold true to his speech
I'm holding on to my life until it lets me go
Just be the best man that I can as he said so
I've experienced his anger, I know what he's been through
I ain't been where he been to, but I seen his skin blue
He's loved and he's lost of women that I've known
He's abused yet loved me, been good and bad to my soul
At the end of the day, what's the only thing I can say?
He's my father
He'll ask me those questions again (x2)
Hey son, are you okay, son?
Don't know what to say?
Are you sure you're gonna stay, son?
All these women, they run
I always stay station
(Nary) with the Winnipeg area from day one
Never need to travel, unnecessary, son
Tell me how you feel, son (x2)
Do you know what's real, son?
Lucked out on this deal, son
Luckily for me, might not have to make a meal run
Just let me know when the deal's done
Now I just feel numb to all this-this-this
I feel like I'm in ignorant bliss-bliss-bliss
I feel like I'm numb to this-this-this
I'd like to see if I swung and missed, dodged the kiss
Told the people I love the truth back when it could've mattered
But the past is unchangeable, lost and removed
The present is a gift, but the future is the truth
I feel like I never learned to put my life together
I just learned general platitudes, nothing to weather the storms
You know, the storms of adulthood
You think that if you were in my shoes, you think you could?
If so, man, I just doubt it
I throw myself to the wind, remember the good times, and re-route it