[Intro]
When I feel like dyin', then I start rhymin'
Is that too cringe?
Fuck it man, just hit the keys
Nice, now the choir
(You've been—) Woo!
(You've been so good to me) All right, all right
(I owe it all)
(You've been— You've been so good to me)
I think I got somethin', here we go
(I owe it all)
[Verse 1]
Little footsteps, immortalized in history's cement
The horror stories come true, unless you got more than intent
Your starting reps are poorly written, there's no way to repent
But thanks to improvising, rising check how far you done went
Your rivals' eyes on the prize, you're diving deep to survive
That reef-less ocean of constant motion, of kids with guns reloadin'
Bold and focused, told that most miss their first shots
Throw in the towel before their magnum opus
The speed of the climb is keepin' young minds hopeless
But rhymes are still land mines
On the front lines of the war zone known as post-modern times
The hard-earned pennies and dimes and nickels of common sense
Of younging's searchin' for more become a living expense
The world's a nasty place of happy faces painted on masks
And if you say it unironically, the internet laughs
The straight and narrow isn't fair though
Got two lose-lose paths so I choose to heckle myself
The method ain't special, it's math, ya know?
When I feel like dyin', then I start rhymin'
Is that too cringe?
Fuck it man, just hit the keys
Nice, now the choir
(You've been—) Woo!
(You've been so good to me) All right, all right
(I owe it all)
(You've been— You've been so good to me)
I think I got somethin', here we go
(I owe it all)
[Verse 1]
Little footsteps, immortalized in history's cement
The horror stories come true, unless you got more than intent
Your starting reps are poorly written, there's no way to repent
But thanks to improvising, rising check how far you done went
Your rivals' eyes on the prize, you're diving deep to survive
That reef-less ocean of constant motion, of kids with guns reloadin'
Bold and focused, told that most miss their first shots
Throw in the towel before their magnum opus
The speed of the climb is keepin' young minds hopeless
But rhymes are still land mines
On the front lines of the war zone known as post-modern times
The hard-earned pennies and dimes and nickels of common sense
Of younging's searchin' for more become a living expense
The world's a nasty place of happy faces painted on masks
And if you say it unironically, the internet laughs
The straight and narrow isn't fair though
Got two lose-lose paths so I choose to heckle myself
The method ain't special, it's math, ya know?
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