I once failed a class to break a superstition
I always feel like my life would be weird to statisticians
Microphone cords are the greatest weakness of my life mission
Connections missing, could be the end of a nondenominational Christian
Musical phrases explode in my mind like nuclear fission
Yet I can't find time to make a call, conversational friction
I need to be the man I should be, so hard to break tradition
Cut it off like incision, but feel like nobody heard the collision
The car crash of my habit vs my intuition
You think you get it, you got it wrong, it's no competition
It's like my habit's drunk on the highway in winter conditions
It ain't stopping for nobody until life or death decision
But I know one day God's gonna give me a vision
Cause I know that my flow is fine, but I got more to give in addition
My general manager liked my work, so he gave out an extension
Next time I'll be complete in my being without an intervention
I’ve seen people fall from heights that seemed locked in position
So I don’t wanna be another one that just failed to glisten
Another flow switching, another soul wishing, another day passed with people using verbal ammunition

But what do I know?
Everyday seems the same
Will I ever feel the truth?
The words stay in my brain
Another listless day of powder blue (x3)

I guess I haven’t learned the things that are vital
Like how to make burritos or how to get a free subscription to Tidal
It doesn’t make sense, blaming us for the way we were raised
Saying what we did was a phase, that’s where my innocence lays
I just said “okay” until I could be alone again
Because I’m the only one who can truly empathize my pain
From stretching myself so thin that I can feel the muscles strain
Nursing myself is a curse, I might just go insane
Standing outside, the sunlight seems to feel like rain
But I keep my head up cause I don’t want my life to be in vain
The main problem’s in a different lane, unless you say my name
Lame rappers sound the same, I’m breaking out, you looking tame
I came out of my shell, that’s how it feels
I know my money, car, woman, and look don’t make me real
I won’t let these posers and chokers come and steal me
Cause I’m bigger than their empty words, that ain’t the real me
Don’t try to reel me in, I’m a new man
Hitting 21 like a winner, as if that was the plan
At least that’s how it seemed to you
At least you called me to chat and never asked for the truth
At least you never saw the scenes inside my head
Cause it feels like I’m hanging in an invisible noose
And it feels like quicksand is boiling beneath my feet like a kettle
And it doesn’t matter til I fall in