Tulip (feat. EB)

A Queen Musical and something wrong

We were supposed to last night, but we were spending so much time with our family-

Wah

Ahh

Wah-ha-ha-ha

Uh, where to take all this pain to give it some usage?

When the choir sing the blues is you finding that shit amusing?

The fist he using to punch holding baggage, it’s nothing new

And an iron grip on the things he stay passive enough to do

Leaning on absurdity for that moment of truth

Cat was playing the fiddle, the cow jumped over the moon

Made his way up the mountain, every path dividin' in two

How the madness shoving whatever you had in sight out of of view, uh

I can’t recall a thing before about a year ago

Seeing double never been good for handling fear alone

With them ever-changing surroundings

Could you bob and weave the shit that takes attention from the here and now?

In the mirror staring at my hair I’m close to tearin' out

I ain’t the one you think you care about

Who makes you happy?

Avoidance turned to a habit, putting the hours in

The matters in the hands that don’t do much but take allowances

Manning up’s a different beast when you ain’t never have had to be one

Forgetting how to walk from all the time you had your feet up

Waiting on a call to adventure, that shit ain’t coming

And maybe that breaks your heart or it’s something you never wanted

Always following the bunnies for a ticket outta town

Headed anywhere, clock hand spinning round and round

Backwards and sideways, where dark goes and light stays

Down long roads and potholes, along coves and dry plains

Floating through the colors picking petals off of roses, does he love me still?

And what’s woven in the folds of my brain

Sweating bullets like I’m choking on an open-mic stage

Just hoping he here for more than just an overnight stay

Hit a full sprint through the thick of it ended up like a world out

Could use the exercise for when hopping them fucking pearly gates

Ain’t so good with words, return to a nonverbal state

Took a bit for it to occur but it’s my turn to change

I need change 'cause I’m not satisfied, so I get high

Tryna kill the time 'cause my line be dry

I wonder if my ma' could see the lies when I’m say I’m fine

You could see it in my eyes, tears pouring from the sky

I’m told my path is so divine

Emmanuel, the name, chronically mine

With an overactive mind

Creating stories waiting for replies

But **** gonna ghost you 'til you die

So I had to make my own path

Vulnerable to my own past

Desperate, someone watch my act

Desperate, someone love me back

I never got that

Had to validate my own ass

I used to hate myself so bad

Outcast in my own class

Ain't no three stacks

But now I see loopholes in the cracks

From being outside in the hash, pass that

Now, I got these **** reading lyrics like they hymns up in the spirit

Passionate with all my feelings, kid

I cannot bullshit when I spit

Committed to the truth on my own life trip, uh

Telling stories for those that cannot talk

All the pain that you hold up in them thoughts

And all I do is walk around the block

Tryna break my box and make a new arc, ****

That’s EB and bandanabloom on this project called

Uh, Max, what’s this project called again?

Whatever Makes You Happy

Yeah, yeah-yeah, that

Um, thank you, thank you for this

Of course bro, of course

I had fun, I enjoyed myself

I am so glad

Expressing that trauma one day at a time

Yep

What the fuck, haha