Stick Around

Check it, yeah

Remember when I used to want to be an astronaut
Now I'm soaring up but this was an afterthought
How I had to switch my classes to join high school choir
Did a couple solos and my voice went higher
Picked up rapping later on for an experience
Kept on cooking even when scraping the ingredients
Remember when I first released keep on cooking
I was just finding my voice and looking
To see what I wanted to do and how people would take it
And even if I was clowned on I tried to save it
Deleted it and started from scratch everyday
Always thinking there was something better to really say
If there was the smallest thing wrong with the song
And the message wasn't strong, it wouldn't last long
Scrapping everything I made, looking for a medal
Putting everything together, rushing to another level
It took me three years to make ten tracks to release
But even after people are gonna take it and critique
I have no control over that and I don't disencourage it
Wonder why you can't see it as an experiment
Mixing every song idea in my head, while arrogance
In people thinking they can opinionate life choices like a therapist
I just find it embarrassing
Why can't you take art and cherish it
I'm not against opinionating what you think
Just don't make it a fact and make it sink
Flooding every fresh mind with negative reviews
That's what caused me to not want to show any previews
Now I hope to stick around to be an icon
Not carry a stick around hoping I don't die young
Stick around to see that talent so ignorant
To ignorance turned talent by the end of it, yeah

You know what, just leave it like this
Just an intro we don't need that much
One word says a million things
Cut the beat, yeah