Opening Hours

Was told I should be open more

But music's all I'm open for

Worry into a warrior spirit

Wanting to kill it

As child I was timid

Out in the wild tall grass with a poke ball

Trying to catch bright ideas

The only bulb I saw

But what makes me different

Every MC is hoping for

They want luxury rides

I know I show for more

Exhausting explaining you know me

But you don't know my core

Put words down for the times I should of spoken more

When you build your own ting

At least you see what you're broken for

This 9-5 will screw me then ask what I'm moaning for

Rather bleed this music until I feel over-sore

Loved ones say stick with the passion when you know it's raw

In my years I've hit some milestone that they can't ignore

But it ain't enough

The target moves, ain't great enough

Forget theory I know musics' score

And I've failed enough

You want flowers

But I don't want none

Means their either grieving me or

The work's already done

Tunnel vision got me feeling like

I'll never see sun

Still I'm burnt out

Knowing that my journey's just begun

Don't wanna mix my art with analytics

Trying to force momentum

Like I'm entering laws of physics

Attention on these lyrics

Pick them like petals on flowers

I can't stay closed I'm on opening hours

Opening hours