Hyde
Fact or fiction
Am I lacking vision
Tracking wishing
On monetary gains
Sway, stray, stay
Same shit different day
I've been so stuck in my old ways
One more sip
And one more slip
Shit
Can never seem to get enough
And every single project end up feeling rushed
Or not cared for
Digging in drawers
Searching for more
Shortcuts or shortcomings
Surely falling short
Like shots at half court
Cyanide's the last resort
Kept it stashed of course
Plan b in my front pocket
Of subconscious
For days I wanted
To leave orbit, rocket
Yeah we built to last
But everything, unraveled too fast
Can't see clearly a beginning or end
Till you're popping out babies
Losing some friends
Life's short, taking deep breaths on the daily
Fight or flight
Got me moving carefully
Would rather move carefree
Instead of falling to tropes, that I know have failed me
How that album making out B?
Can't see it ever it being released, sadly
Because I been
Lacking vision, crashing fixing
And the cycle returns
I been mad twisted
Jekyll and Hyde from the signs
I guess I must have missed it
Conflicted visions
Looking for new beginnings
New Concept after new concept
Leave me haunted
Hyde got me hiding away
Jekyll got me pushing a smile to my face
Hyde taking shots below the waist
Jekyll got me through night times
During many bad times
Kinda like a lifeline
The best state of mind
He can be the most kind
Hyde got me sweating
Like I'm on the frontline
And there's shots fired
Firing up my ambitions
To run away
From the sun
I'm done with today
Then J tuned in, and got me lifted
Another day I wake up feeling gifted
He got me peeking in to new horizons
From drowning to diving
Life feeling new
And I'm sizing
Up to sky scrapers
That were once overshadowing me
Walking tightropes
No harnesses, so free
Ideal to me
But shortly
Like clockwork
I'm at work
Hyde sneak his way back in
Now everything I do is wrong
Every song in my catalogue is wack
One step forward
Too many back
Back and forth
No tennis court
No one's counting score
Too many back
Back and forth
No tennis court
No one's counting score
No one's counting score
No one's counting
No one's counting score
No one's counting score
No one's counting
No one's counting score
Am I lacking vision
Tracking wishing
On monetary gains
Sway, stray, stay
Same shit different day
I've been so stuck in my old ways
One more sip
And one more slip
Shit
Can never seem to get enough
And every single project end up feeling rushed
Or not cared for
Digging in drawers
Searching for more
Shortcuts or shortcomings
Surely falling short
Like shots at half court
Cyanide's the last resort
Kept it stashed of course
Plan b in my front pocket
Of subconscious
For days I wanted
To leave orbit, rocket
Yeah we built to last
But everything, unraveled too fast
Can't see clearly a beginning or end
Till you're popping out babies
Losing some friends
Life's short, taking deep breaths on the daily
Fight or flight
Got me moving carefully
Would rather move carefree
Instead of falling to tropes, that I know have failed me
How that album making out B?
Can't see it ever it being released, sadly
Because I been
Lacking vision, crashing fixing
And the cycle returns
I been mad twisted
Jekyll and Hyde from the signs
I guess I must have missed it
Conflicted visions
Looking for new beginnings
New Concept after new concept
Leave me haunted
Hyde got me hiding away
Jekyll got me pushing a smile to my face
Hyde taking shots below the waist
Jekyll got me through night times
During many bad times
Kinda like a lifeline
The best state of mind
He can be the most kind
Hyde got me sweating
Like I'm on the frontline
And there's shots fired
Firing up my ambitions
To run away
From the sun
I'm done with today
Then J tuned in, and got me lifted
Another day I wake up feeling gifted
He got me peeking in to new horizons
From drowning to diving
Life feeling new
And I'm sizing
Up to sky scrapers
That were once overshadowing me
Walking tightropes
No harnesses, so free
Ideal to me
But shortly
Like clockwork
I'm at work
Hyde sneak his way back in
Now everything I do is wrong
Every song in my catalogue is wack
One step forward
Too many back
Back and forth
No tennis court
No one's counting score
Too many back
Back and forth
No tennis court
No one's counting score
No one's counting score
No one's counting
No one's counting score
No one's counting score
No one's counting
No one's counting score
Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Surette
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