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prompt - system lyrics

it’s all about decisions and making a living
scr+ping the gunk up off the dishes
and gagging in the kitchen
rappin’ and wishing
there’s a pleasure in sprinting when you’re winning
feel like you’re in it
but i’m only minutes
ahead and measuring in inches
i’m itchin’
hungry as michelin stars
and those who get ’em will get ’em
i was in a pickle and vinegar isn’t bitter
i’m brittle
i know that little by little by little
isn’t little
i swear i knew that sh+t since i was little
but i’m always speaking it in riddles
to keeping to fiddling with signals
symbols and f+cking ripples
pennies and f+cking nickels
when i’m ready to be ready to f+cking whistle
like a missile
giggle and f+cking
sniffle

it’s like i wanna see him go so i can miss him
it’s like i gotta see him blow so i can listen
it’s like i’d love to be my girl for a day
so i could understand why i’d f+cking kiss him
shake up the f+cking system

i’d keep my motherf+cking distance
i ain’t a victim
i gotta show him the f+cking ropes
what gives huh?
now who’s the lil’ b+tch?

i had a bout with my depression
where i was left in the left lane
restless and guessing
messed up on
what was left in it
struggling to come to terms with what was stressing me
and sweating around my friends
like they were testing me
my parents empty nesting
but i’m empty lest i do what’s next
so spare me the empathy
i get that y’all don’t get what y’all have meant to me
y’all made me feel like i was meant to be
and mentally
i’m stronger than my long days
hours spent on scr+pped songs
at last
i’m laughing looking at my facts wrong
you try to make it last
man it don’t last long
and if i master it then that man that’s my last song
its pure magic
tackling the task of mastering your craft
for fore and aft
to core and mask
to going to the store in the morning
to pouring gas
knowing slow is d+mn fast

man i bet they wished a man had asked for help
or tripped him when he ran fast
i wanna be a man bad
sometimes it feels like i am dad
only difference is i can rap
he don’t understand that
if he knew i loved it man he’d understand that
but till now i’ve been a coward
empowered by negative attention
skimping on the showers
and drinking more than i like to mention

i’d be lying if i said i didn’t think
about trying to end it

but all my strife’s time+mended
and oftentimes i talk to the old me
and i commend him
it’s like i
wanna see him go so i can miss him
it’s like i gotta see him blow so i can listen
its like i’d love to be my girl for a day
so i could understand why i’d f+cking kiss him

shake up the f+cking system

maybe chalk a couple failures up to nothing but wisdom
try to give ’em optimism
and vision with the rhythm
mixed with cynicism

the problems made sense when i was in ’em

i’d keep my motherf+cking distance
i ain’t a victim
i gotta show him the f+cking ropes
what gives
gives
gives
f+cking ropes

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