Sometimes the most you need to do is put 2 and 2 together

Correlate what’s obvious

Practice only makes luck more prominent

Oh, good looks, I’m tryna make both hands dominant

Modesty is lethal

I got concentrated when I had to face all these tight spaces and fix my body to squeeze through

Please protect me against all things evil

I’m not tired, I’m the vehicle

Everything is everything, I hope you know this

Everything is everything, I hope you know this

Take time on the grape vine, rushing is fruitless

It occasionally takes multiple lives to come to conclusions

I don’t freeze when it’s cold and I don’t burn when it’s hot

My pact for non-action is to be fluid

I lay down and weave myself tightly until I’m lucid

Curtains hold back on the light but they keep the truth in

This the alignment and definition of all things finer, please put the piano and bass into proper tunin’

Got in on the ground floor, I’m tryna make the roof lift

The sunrise sky is sorbet, muted

The sun is my mirror

I only moonlight as a writer to get close to my center and see my own self clearer

What I learned: you are what earn,

Love can never be learned, hate often disguises itself as concern

You can’t duck the world when it’s your turn

My rhymes made the kite fly backwards

I swim with the snakes and walk with the birds

Everything is everything, I hope you know this

Everything is everything, I hope you know this

Every journey’s gurney-bound

The toll is what you holding on to right now, it becomes what you can’t keep around

You can’t run it up aground

I’m tryna die proud and stay truthful to myself as I’m forever lying down

If you don’t know what you’re made of, it’s the little things that matter

I’m tryna get a feel for what I can’t see

If you going through the motions, I pray you break your patterns

You run the risk of drowning when you stagnant

Don’t freeze in the face of static or let ‘em twist your arm or push ya buttons when you’re pressed to change, don’t blow up automatic

When sparks fly, you may end up haywire

Tall smoke from great fires, I rebuilt myself after the pyre

What hill you tryna die on?

Healing takes mad long

Fuck, the medicine already expired

I’m hereby prescribing two lies a day

You’re free to tell yourself whatever, just don’t make your loved ones cover the copay

I skipped the therapy

As of right right now, this writing’s taking care of me

I share voluntarily rarely

I’m sick of seeing the world through sore eyes

That’s why I’m giving any and all off-chances at least one try

I’m not scared up pushing daisies, I’m pulling out roses

And given em to my muses, if I didn’t love you, I’d lose it

I’m tryna reside where my joy is major

As of right now, I think it’s swinging in my favor

I think it’s swinging in my favor