[Verse 1: Scuare]
I was on the brink
Barely skating by
Soul was not in sync, wouldn't dare to make it right
Holding on to cycles I could not focus on design
With thoughts so hopeless on my mind my heart got broken over time
I guess I focused too much effort on some opus that never come
I spit out oceans I don't want but it takes two gross to buy my targets
Half of this, and half of that, I'ma blame in there, I'ma fight this back
All these arrows point to me, I'ma hang in there 'til the ice gets cracked
Look it's part-time like Moses
It's hard to battle psychosis
I know depth, I'm outta my oceans
I grow best at fighting my own sense
I pretend, I pretend
But my love has never been endless
Fuck these limits, I got lyrics
Who am I without my whole image
I don't know, but I won't tell, as I grow older I find more ills
But I feel closer to my whole self so I'm less concerned if the rhymes don't sell
Look, its...
The looks don't matter into but I need some room, don't gaslight me
I don't want these patterns that loom, just give me half and let me have my peace
[Chorus]
Show me what you have, and I’ll show you half that
Nothing notable, please don’t pull my mask back
There always is a vast gap between my goals and facts, yeah
I'll fall before the last lap, going lalalalalalala
I was on the brink
Barely skating by
Soul was not in sync, wouldn't dare to make it right
Holding on to cycles I could not focus on design
With thoughts so hopeless on my mind my heart got broken over time
I guess I focused too much effort on some opus that never come
I spit out oceans I don't want but it takes two gross to buy my targets
Half of this, and half of that, I'ma blame in there, I'ma fight this back
All these arrows point to me, I'ma hang in there 'til the ice gets cracked
Look it's part-time like Moses
It's hard to battle psychosis
I know depth, I'm outta my oceans
I grow best at fighting my own sense
I pretend, I pretend
But my love has never been endless
Fuck these limits, I got lyrics
Who am I without my whole image
I don't know, but I won't tell, as I grow older I find more ills
But I feel closer to my whole self so I'm less concerned if the rhymes don't sell
Look, its...
The looks don't matter into but I need some room, don't gaslight me
I don't want these patterns that loom, just give me half and let me have my peace
[Chorus]
Show me what you have, and I’ll show you half that
Nothing notable, please don’t pull my mask back
There always is a vast gap between my goals and facts, yeah
I'll fall before the last lap, going lalalalalalala
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