[Intro]
Oh shit, I'm recording
Hahaha, yuh
Yuh

[Verse 1]
No art is sacred
But step into my little glass home
And see the features in the cracks
I float with silver and gold
Consumed you
The crown I wear is often riddled with thorns
And when I'm cripped I dribble blood, spit on the pages of poems
Consume me
I'm the bad wolf knocking at your doorstep
Huff, puff, blowing all the smoke until I'm dormant
Said the/that [?] checks on me every single day and moment
You ain't tough to want beef, you ain't a sandwich, you're baloney
Ain't a sandwich in sight, you ain't got bread or the cheddar
I said my handles getting tight, the flow is bеtter and better
And all thеse sleepless days and nights'll turn the kid to a veteran
Bet the next I come to life, you'll see the mirrors and smoke
I keep to keep you from seeing when I'm just doing the most
No art is sacred, but some are valued more than the most
So throw your hands and light a match and have toast
Learn when to boast, or when to choke, I turn a sheet-head to a ghost
Yo
It's just soliloquies and ensembles
Catch me on my rocket, tryna find a different pocket
I came down inside a comet, I'm the missing piece to our survival
Or at least that's in my dreams, but now I'm kicking 16s
And some sixteen youngin' was coming with an abundance of double triplets and visions of counting digits with bitches
But there's nothing under the sun that the brother can't get with funds that I laundered over the drums, and I cash that with love
Aw damn, aw man
I guess I'm happy I'm not bitter
Every second's worth a dollar
And every thought goes up on Twitter
And heroes, gods, and villains, politicians, awful, men and awkward women all do mischief talking, all the talking, chalk it all to being starbound children
Better step up to the bat, 'cause ain't no path I'm doing on mound pitching
I'm talking all my shit, 'cause they've been on my dick, and those that ain't are prolly tired of doing all that wishing
Sheesh!
[Chorus]
So catch a feeling, got a feeling that you needed
Just keep on spinning when you battle with the demons
And ain't no winning, you just gotta keep on pushing
I work real hard so I can give myself a cushion
And on the real I think I really need a teacher
It's hard to play when I'm just watching from the bleachers
I need get paid, I need that check up from my momma
I need the dollars, turn the hundreds into commas

[Verse 2]
Time to dial in my focus and get back on track
To who has always had my back, even before the raps
The one who raised me and who made me who I am today
And never left me wanting or needing in any way
So Mom, Dad, I hope it's not too far now
To the day in which the bar you raised so high can just be set down
I'll buy a trip for y'all, your cats
And make sure it stays in Texas so you're never out of whack
I'm not that grown, but I'm bold enough to know
All that loving that you showed, you'll surely say it's standard
But still it's home whenever you're both around
You're the greatest living beings on the planet, yeah
I just wanna make it up to you, my best ever
I'll show you everything you taught me was the best ever
I cherish every little moment that we spend together
Never was a second I think back on that I'd change for the better, and yo
[Chorus]
So catch a feeling, got a feeling that you needed
Just keep on sprinting when you battle with the demons
And ain't no winning, you just gotta keep to pushing
I work real hard so I can give myself a cushion
And on the real I think I really need a teacher
It's hard to play when I'm just watching from the bleachers
I need get paid, I need that check up from my momma
I need the dollars, turn the hundreds into commas

[Outro]
Sick of the infinite lines
Gripping the vibes
Sick of the pictures all the time
Wish I was living the life that I chose
Sick of the lie
Different than many other n***as
I'm too quick to get by
Said I'm too quick to get by