The Intermission

I'm a 90's baby representing, let's kill the tension with my good intentions
Take this with a grain of salt, it's just my perception
I notice everybody blinded by obsessions with possessions
And first impressions, not to mention, I'm feeling reckless
My mind is racing like I popped ephedrine
I could feel it deep, sea-deep, deep within my tendons
This is so me, I can feel it in my intestines
And they calling me a wanna-be
Well didn't Michael Jordan ever want to be, a basketball player
I bet you he practised them lay-ups
Trust your gut is my philosophy
Troy's original fuck your bibliography
The rap game is looking like a cheap comedy
Quantity over quality goes against my policy
Honestly I'm just giving you a share of honesty

Let this sink in, let it, let this sink in
Let this sink in, let it, let this sink in
Take a minute through the intermission
Take a minute through the intermission
Take a minute through the intermission
To let this sink in

My body alters but I'm young forever
I keep it in my soul with no effort
Good friends are worth more to me than buried treasure
Cause most of them fake as fuck, they could be some wrestlers
Fuck an email, I'm writing letters
With a wax stamp of the back with my initialled letters
I'll make a second copy just so I can keep a record
And all of that just to vent my temper, all the best with your endeavors
That's some shit you'll never hear
How would things be if I was never here?
I got something I can never cure
I see through them like Everclear, and god damn is it ever clear
Don't be afraid to use your talons, that's hard work boy use your talents
I was told to avoid the cowans and most of all, keep your balance

Let this sink in, let it, let this sink in
Let this sink in, let it, let this sink in
Take a minute through the intermission
Take a minute through the intermission
Take a minute through the intermission
To let this sink in

But you didn't have that choice, you discovered a talent
Developed an ambition and recognized your passion
When you feel that you can't fight it, you just go with it
Passion should always trump common sense
You weren't just following dreams, you were reaching for your destiny

The better me is who I came to be and the rest is who I came to beat
You can find the boy flossing at the window seat
And fuck a gold grill I need to take care of my real teeth
Some girls don't deserve a pair of socks
They think they need a glass slipper but they suit a pair of crocs
And most dudes think they on the yacht
When truth is they ain't even stepped a single foot on the dock
My competitions looking the same, they all acting the same, they all sounding the same
How they going to remember your name?
They told me I don't even have an image
Don't crop it, trim it, slim it, I'm the limited edition, fuck trying to fit in
I'm bout to blow, like Supernovas
Came a long way from washing cars at Toyota
I am sicker than melanoma
Cracked the tip of the ice berg but it's not over



Credits
Writer(s): Troy Junker
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