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dabbie.mp3 - talking to myself, pt. ii (prod. outspoken) lyrics

[verse: dabbie.mp3]
i think you need to calm down, get outta ya head, son
i mean just look at the red sun, setting over in the west, son
one day you might just be the best one, let it put you rest, son
you not f+cking with smith & wessons, you out here teaching some lessons
i just rest one, hour and then i get to writing
i’m sick of fightin’ the lightnin’ in my mind cus it’s no longer frightening
cus my passion has really hightened, i no longer care, if i’m vibin’
as long as i’m loving the song, that’s when i’m feelin’ enlightened
as long as they feel the passion i’m writing, i’mma keep doing this sh+t
i’mma keep bangin’ out, and keep puttin’ the work in
i’mma keep writin’ the verses, ’til i consider it perfect
and to all the past me’s: i’mma make what you did worth it
so what you gon’ do now, dabbie? seems like now you’re fine and dandy
with all the music sh+t, now you know you’re sweet as candy
you know your tongue is smooth as silk, and you never got stupid off brandy
you’re fresh as an apple like granny, so what now dabbie?
well, now i’mma get kinda sappy, thank you for the people who’ve supported
especially gav and mal, people around you gives you a sense of importance
cuz now my bars hit so rough, you would think theres h+lla distortion
but it’s the support that makes you tough, never forget what’s important
cus hold the f+ck up, most rappers out here to make figures
that just makes your pocket somethin’ to pick, and puts a target on your pictures
so if you think i’m out for the cash, truly you must be a bigot
and you start coming at me, i’ll make sure you fall in the fissure…

[verse 2: dabbie.mp3]
“do you think they’ll understand that bar? what’d you mean by fissure?”
ugh, fissures that my bars leave, crack the earth with my style
now i know i got smooth flows, you’d think i been rapping for a while
cus i spit so clean, with this listerine smile
they know i got a deep sense of meaning, they raise a glass when they hear my style
and they know that i am wild, but i’m just having fun
i remember these dreams as a child, i wanted to spit since day 1
i’ve always been in love with music, was just waitin’ for the day to come
that i would get over myself, and be “out my head, son”
and look, i’m just talkin’ to myself, listen to this when i have bad mental health
cus this passion should only bring health, why you keep bringin’ up wealth?
it’s cuz you got nothin’ else, take a sec to figure out yourself
okay, you got it now? if not, just study my sounds
you should only be in love with this music, and improvin’, making bounds
took me a while to figure that out, first 3 years were spent making fouls
i was only writing for the clout, now that sh+t only makes me scowl
i wanted be on tv like simon cowell, but now i’m giving facts like bill nye
cus one day the science guy will tell the end is nigh
but i will probably be high, writin’ makin’ rhymes
cus i believe that music will always be my passion till the day that i die
pause, i’mma flip the flow here too, that’s something i’ve always shown
i just had a sense of deja vu, i’m not even kidding, but how would you know?
you gotta trust me, and my flows, maybe your mind will get blown
by this lyrical architect, look how the bars out+design my foe’s

[verse 3:dabbie.mp3]
“hold on, what was i talking about?”
oh right, bout out+designing my foes
cus really, i do feel this in my bones
i’m not asking for your dimes
i’m just hoping for a share, let people know boom bap’s not dying
nowadays it seems like a thing of the past, and that’s why i keep trying
to bring it right back, and get the people vibin’
i just want ’em to be enlightened, man, that’s what you’d see if you would look
i want bars to hit ya like boxing, talkin’ jab, straight, hook
and like josh, i’m perfecting my hooks, to fight off these crooks
you can’t trust any good looks, cus people’d rather put in you in debt like tom nook
so i think i’m finally calmed down, finally out of my head, son
i’m in love with that with that red sun, setting in the west, son
one day i might be the best one, i’m already at rest, son
just remember i’m talking to myself, whenever i teach a lesson

- dabbie mp3 lyrics

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