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isaac app - tightrope$ lyrics

i’m sl!ck with words, tongue sharp, you left in thirds
you pitchin verbs, i knock it out, i’m flipping birds
while smokin herbs, i’m blockin out what often hurts
i move in herds, it’s me, my family, money, merge

we crave the day that we can finally start to splurge
hit the store like f+ck it leave with kicks by virg
and celebrate cause we ain’t start back in the burbs
i been a man who takes issue never chirps

cause life can be a b+tch who tempts you with some curves
leave a couple stitches way below the surf
make you question everything and what it’s worth
i double back and redefine what i deserve
cause if not i retreat to knife slitting nerves
life slipping first, i remember nights fade in blurs
heights come with terms, i crash and burn, mind taking turn
change what i learn, moments that i can’t return

but if i could i wouldn’t know too many swerve
off the beaten path impatience got you burned
withstood, how could i move without what had i earned?
until we profit off the hurt we ain’t adjourned

yeah, so what the f+ck is a limit?
record 6+0 so i’m never stressing a minute
checkered 6 foes leavin 20 holes where it’s knitted
now if we switch hoes i know that yours gon get addicted

i got like 6 doors knockin down they all bringing digits
i got like 6 more that i’m patient with i don’t fidget
i got like 6 crows always waiting for me to pivot
and yeah i’m 6 rows back but i ain’t pay for the ticket

no i ain’t pay for the ticket
and i’m whippin a civic
no i ain’t pay for the ticket
yeah and i’m still whippin a civic

look, nighttime, seem to fade up and i’m lost
still takin’ this pill that make me drown out all my thoughts
yeah, at what cost? would i sell my soul to make it?
swimming through this mud how longer can i f+cking take it?
a daily question i might dodge the answer
insecurities duplicating like stubborn cancer
i see myself in that mirror but think it’d never matter
my heart is weak and if you get too close it might shatter

i hate the chatter, but that’s just what it takes this day and age
they see your page, hate it, opinions they form and rage
couple weeks later they backin the sh+t you say
but only cause they seen a couple dollars fly your way

see that’s a fake b+tch
who likes to hide a mile away
stick around until ya pockets deep and you decay
and just because you f+ck with them don’t mean you gotta stay
now check yourself and reevaluate who they portray

they not same, hoe, this ain’t a game show
they swappin lives, throwing knives, we gotta lay low
they not same, hoe, i’m walking tightropes
i got my eyes closed, mindful of the time thrown

- isaac app lyrics

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