content, well in the process

Gold teeth
I'm tryna give my confidence a minute
Rain snow shine we was cooking we ain't have a ceiling
We as in specially me but it just sounded iller
Half you mother fuckers speak liter the scissors cut the ribbon
Shimmy down the back in contention it's hard to fight what's healing
Screaming at my only reflection wish we had second visits
Surround yourself with life in the air never no pessimism
Know my pen chisels
Scribe tendency I'm in my notes 'til sun down could really give a fuck about your feelings

As the day goes on find myself lacking this joy to show and grow contained with hope
The more you know
The less you don't
You the type of kid to see a stick and poke
I like black tea on sunny days the perfect combination with smoke
Hanging out the window I wanna feel in my bones
No joke

I had to switch the game up
I couldn't take the right route
They be throwing change ups
I hit it out the fucking house
This just built up anger
That's all the sudden coming out
Who am I to blame huh
Spread it faster word to mouth

Feeling stuck then listen to me grab the knife and cut the box
Green couch plotting I was trying to find a way to not
Be the same mother fucker that you see just at the block
Or the shop friendly with everyone because they shit is stock
I wanna hide away don't wanna talk this not a phase or prop
There be nights I'm wide awake thinking of snare placements and drops
Jot down my thoughts with street chalk and watch the rain wash it away before they saw it
I'm content well in the process
Tt's all we have what's more to offer
Nonsense