10 SPEED (feat. Jessica Gelinas)

Playing, found my first love on the six string Fingering the frets and man you know I made that shit sing Sanging, never thought my raps could be a big thing They still ain't shit but I'm just proving I got big dreams Hanging, papa working making sure he look lean Now I think twice before I hop up on a ten speed Banging, looking at my wrist and damn that shit clean Never rock a clock unless I'm flexing on the whole team I rap about the thoughts that populate and crowd my mind I rap about the rot that grows and occupies my time I let them out through organizing sound up into rhymes I bleed em out by strumming nail and flesh that make her cry Freezing, talking waking up in cold sweats Play it over and over just let my mind rest A lot of time my papa was on the grind Trynna build a life for me so went and headed out west yeah I mean like inner demons crowding 'round Pack me up and ship me out up to a different town Stress got me eating I was packing on the pounds Death got me grieving feel like I was bouta drown Monday nights, that's when imma let that shit out bring it to the light Fuck being timid imma pop the box and cut the ties I ain't gon fly away forever imma stay and fight Pick up the pen and write Okay now let me spit This is my therapy and only way I deal with it I feel like this is how I cope and imma stay with it And if the kicks ain't feeling right, I better make em fit Don't you ever trip, yeah Playing, found my first love on the six string Fingering the frets and man you know I made that shit sing Sanging, never thought my raps could be a big thing They still ain't shit but I'm just proving I got big dreams Hanging, papa working making sure he look lean Now I think twice before I hop up on a 10 speed Banging, looking at my wrist and damn that shit clean Never rock a clock unless I'm flexing on the whole team Death came knocking at my door when I was sixteen Told me he'd be back before the trees go and lose the green Now I'm thinking if he came and cut me would I bleed Half of y'all don't understand what I really mean Three years later and I still can't get it off my mind Now I'm finally getting back on my creative grind I'm putting thoughts and feels I bear straight up into rhymes This my method of dealing with shit instead of crying