Where do I keep the shit these tracks can't contain

Trapped by the chains of my days spent in a rat race

Back to my raps and a fat jay

That day scratches at my scalp like a crack chase

The faces of strangers are plauging my warmth

Voices are talking I'm still hearing yours

Hoisted on course I remember what's important

People like my dad still praying to walk

Memory's fogging my outer realm

Taking trips haven't been round the world

Fucked around and found myself

Now the sound is inbound to your ear canal

Loud and felt

Lost in these spirals filling my eyeballs

Not a on a bike but I'm stuck in the cycle

Live in the truth while I flirt with denial

I flirt with denial

Speak up

Get your words round like pizza

Not a peanut earned

Can't be seen in arenas like cena

Back with the heaters

Still got a shiver to give like freezers

Im bleeding in litres from the echoing strum of my shattered strings

Healings begun with a series of drugs to help to mend my damaged wings

Nah I look for that feeling

Nothing but Sacred spiritual healing

Clearing the earryness

As I run like a period

Mysterys same as the pyrimids

I got the blue print

I'm on the foundation

Screws lost in the wet pavement

Still I'm not phased

It's not changing my aiming

I'll still get this house built while it's raining

Then when it's all said and done

I'll look back to where I first begun

To all the work and the verses

Being that wordsmith emerging in Perth putting worry on my mum

Like why are your songs so sad?

I'm getting real quiet

Feeling tired and that

Trying to hide cos' The virus behind my eyelids is tapped

Says noone minds If lie in the black

But I care

Best understand

Can't cut my air like tight pants

Without a catching a right hand

I can't give up, on my life span

My type rare

But My mind chitters chatters

While I travel like Jibba and Jabba

Maybe im little bit scattered

But I'm convinced this shit it

really does matter

I can't give up now

Got dons telling me the shit slaps

I can't skint out like a stick bag

Fucken 1.2 G jipped by a tip rat

I sit back to spit till my lips crack

Head in the clouds

Rest in the couch

Fuck all your doubts

I'm infinite now

Drifting inbound like a satellite

Hungry for the sounds but i can't fill my appetite

Making my paradise

Down the hole with the rabbits

No carrots or camera lights

I hope it comes as advertised

Just me cutting up these lines

So have a slice

Ay shouts to Celestial

This is my goal

This my mission

This is all of why I stay driven

This is my goal

This my mission

This is all of why I stay driven

Listening back on my mixes

Listening back on my mixes