Patch Notes
Listen, I've been workin' with my enemy
The thoughts in my mind and the way that they pretend to be
My very best friends that I love and I tend
But where does Patch start and the Pity Party end
I've been compromisin' with my conscience
And the headache seems to be a constant
Everyone's got an opinion on my music
I don't wanna be choosey but I don't wanna use it
I'm like Mario Kart, bananas on the track
Grand prix state of heart but no Peach holdin' me back
Fuck the backtrack, I could do without that
And do it acapella, never flat like the NASDAQ
Swimmin' in the universe since before birth
Focal mind, vocal rhyme, blessing and curse
Splittin' atoms with my words every verse
Destruction, conduction, of my city first
Iambic pentameter, yes, I am the man, you heard
He say, she say, everybody spread the word
Merciful, so I'mma finish this quick
You a doctor? My flow's sick, diagnose this
Make it bang, make it loud
Hit me up, let me down
I don't even give a fuck
If you ever come around
Make it bang, make it loud
Hit me up, let me down
I don't really give a fuck
If you ever hear me out
Make it bang, make it loud
Hit me up, let me down
I don't even give a fuck
If you ever come around
Make it bang, make it loud
Hit me up, let me down
I don't really give a fuck
If you ever hear me out
And if I did right, if I did it right
Then you'll know my name by the end of the night like
It isn't gonna come to me overnight
No handed deal, no blinding light
The end of the tunnel is far away
And dreams don't come on a silver tray
So best believe that I've put in work
Covered all the bases, call it patchwork
Pumpin' out artwork like clockwork
You best believe that's how Patch works
Got a daisy on my mind like the daisy on my dashboard
Fuck an appetizer, I'm already on that last course
Keep talkin' shit 'til you see me on a world tour
Keep me on your lips like a motherfuckin' cold sore
If I lose touch, I'mma do it for a reason
Comin' up for air like I'm drowning in the deep end
I don't need you there, I know how to breathe in
I've been makin' music with the moon while you sleepin'
Fuck
Here we go
I've been makin' music with the moon while you sleepin'
Make it bang, make it loud
Hit me up, let me down
I don't even give a fuck
If you ever come around
Make it bang, make it loud
Hit me up, let me down
I don't really give a fuck
If you ever hear me out
Make it bang, make it loud
Hit me up, let me down
I don't even give a fuck
If you ever come around
Make it bang, make it loud
Hit me up, let me down
I don't really give a fuck
If you ever hear me out
And if I did right, if I did it right
Then you'll know my name by the end of the night like
Call it what you will, eyes set to kill
Not afraid to fail, never was, never will
Not a holy man but I've got an alter-ego
Been burnin' trees like I'm killin' off the eco
Meditated on this shit for a long time
Mediated with my devils and they all mine
Wish I knew a better course but it's all fine
I built the latter, now I start the climb
Game-set-match, here comes the catch
I ain't goin' nowhere, don't forget about Patch
Sick of mundane so I'm followin' a vision
Bloodstream metronome keep me in position
Listen and you can hear the Pity Party comin' through
Wreakin' havoc in me, leavin' bruises in you
Wash away our sins to commit 'em again
Then dive back in to the world of pretend
Turn of events and I'm back in my head
Happiness lost, man, confidence dead
Can only wear a mask 'til it falls off
But I feel insecure even with my walls up
The thoughts in my mind and the way that they pretend to be
My very best friends that I love and I tend
But where does Patch start and the Pity Party end
I've been compromisin' with my conscience
And the headache seems to be a constant
Everyone's got an opinion on my music
I don't wanna be choosey but I don't wanna use it
I'm like Mario Kart, bananas on the track
Grand prix state of heart but no Peach holdin' me back
Fuck the backtrack, I could do without that
And do it acapella, never flat like the NASDAQ
Swimmin' in the universe since before birth
Focal mind, vocal rhyme, blessing and curse
Splittin' atoms with my words every verse
Destruction, conduction, of my city first
Iambic pentameter, yes, I am the man, you heard
He say, she say, everybody spread the word
Merciful, so I'mma finish this quick
You a doctor? My flow's sick, diagnose this
Make it bang, make it loud
Hit me up, let me down
I don't even give a fuck
If you ever come around
Make it bang, make it loud
Hit me up, let me down
I don't really give a fuck
If you ever hear me out
Make it bang, make it loud
Hit me up, let me down
I don't even give a fuck
If you ever come around
Make it bang, make it loud
Hit me up, let me down
I don't really give a fuck
If you ever hear me out
And if I did right, if I did it right
Then you'll know my name by the end of the night like
It isn't gonna come to me overnight
No handed deal, no blinding light
The end of the tunnel is far away
And dreams don't come on a silver tray
So best believe that I've put in work
Covered all the bases, call it patchwork
Pumpin' out artwork like clockwork
You best believe that's how Patch works
Got a daisy on my mind like the daisy on my dashboard
Fuck an appetizer, I'm already on that last course
Keep talkin' shit 'til you see me on a world tour
Keep me on your lips like a motherfuckin' cold sore
If I lose touch, I'mma do it for a reason
Comin' up for air like I'm drowning in the deep end
I don't need you there, I know how to breathe in
I've been makin' music with the moon while you sleepin'
Fuck
Here we go
I've been makin' music with the moon while you sleepin'
Make it bang, make it loud
Hit me up, let me down
I don't even give a fuck
If you ever come around
Make it bang, make it loud
Hit me up, let me down
I don't really give a fuck
If you ever hear me out
Make it bang, make it loud
Hit me up, let me down
I don't even give a fuck
If you ever come around
Make it bang, make it loud
Hit me up, let me down
I don't really give a fuck
If you ever hear me out
And if I did right, if I did it right
Then you'll know my name by the end of the night like
Call it what you will, eyes set to kill
Not afraid to fail, never was, never will
Not a holy man but I've got an alter-ego
Been burnin' trees like I'm killin' off the eco
Meditated on this shit for a long time
Mediated with my devils and they all mine
Wish I knew a better course but it's all fine
I built the latter, now I start the climb
Game-set-match, here comes the catch
I ain't goin' nowhere, don't forget about Patch
Sick of mundane so I'm followin' a vision
Bloodstream metronome keep me in position
Listen and you can hear the Pity Party comin' through
Wreakin' havoc in me, leavin' bruises in you
Wash away our sins to commit 'em again
Then dive back in to the world of pretend
Turn of events and I'm back in my head
Happiness lost, man, confidence dead
Can only wear a mask 'til it falls off
But I feel insecure even with my walls up
Credits
Writer(s): Patrick Kelly
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