[Verse 1] When you're hydroplaning and you swerve out of control, I heard you're not supposed to fight it Got that, Leonidas? It's okay to catch the itis, so go find a toolbox for your pliers 'Cause that grip is not hip Actually it's more stiff than a lip that won't let a tear drip Drop Been on this trip for a hot minute, hope I don't miss my stop Conductor, I need freedom and structure Leaves that stay green but then also turn colors Comfortable urgency, cool third-degree burn in my throat from words that yearn to elope But I hope it's not just hope with without direction Growing but nothing to show for self imposed introspection, ay Impressively depressing, once upon a time I will learn my lesson like Stop stressing, you're not as bad your subconscious is suggesting with it's incessant pestering Like insects festering in the colony, a cacophony of the second-guessing Lost my voice, tea, lemon, and honey Mix it up, boogie down, bacteria up in my tummy It's kinda funny how much beauty is buried deep in the belly of the ugly
Beauty is buried deep in the belly of the ugly
I want information I need revelation I need to see the signs Oh, I really need patience
What about patience?
[Verse 2] My day spent thinking about What I should be thinking about, my little merry-go-round Well, it makes me nauseous Sick of being sick, sick of dwelling on the same old schtick Oh, and I'm sick and tired of fetching the same old stick Just to return to the same square inch in the field of my dreams I need a pinch Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up Wake up, wake up, Yaakov Take stock and and hip-hop these potholes Just remember that your body is a fossil that you leave behind So don't let it seize your mind, I'm trying Sometimes I can't seem to squeeze between the lines I'm trying, I'm tryingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
