All Good
Yea, yea, yea
Keep it, keep it, keep it, keep it
Real
Fantasizing bout a trip to shores of Venice
While I travel under towers and the heat is so relentless
Lately things have been surreal, better take your time to heal
Yea the shock is like some eels piercing edges of your heels
Deep in the Mariana trench and I keep a joint clenched
Heavenly scent, bring me back to the present
My grip on sanity is tighter than some barracudas
I'm doing the impossible like gazing at Medusa (Yea)
But it's all good, keep it cruising with the backpack
Just another pacifist, I'm not about the clack clack
Looking for locations where they cannot even track Macs
If I'm off the grid, I might never backtrack
Saving for the fam so I hope I never lack racks
Wary with the wrist like it's blackjack
All I need is these herbs, homies and my backpack
Yea it's all good, keep it cruising with the
Uh, solitary on a saddle like I'm Django leading cattle
And the sea of my depression got me roaming with no paddle
I'm remaining optimistic, know this moment I've been gifted
Never tossing out my chance like synthetics into liquid (Yea)
Can you follow suit?
Horizons reflect in your iris and a shade of blues
But I wanna see you bloom
You got that soul, that Langston Hughes
Rebuild yourself upon these broken avenues (Come on)
I'm not aiming for the frames upon your greatest rapper roster
Just purging my evil so call me David Acosta (Yup)
I ride my own wave with an Atlantean posture
When I fail, I face the hail with mantras like
But it's all good, keep it cruising with the backpack
Just another pacifist, I'm not about the clack clack
Looking for locations where they cannot even track Macs
If I'm off the grid, I might never backtrack
Saving for the fam so I hope I never lack racks
Wary with the wrist like it's blackjack
All I need is these herbs, homies and my backpack
Yea it's all good, keep it cruising with the, with the
Audio Journal 27
Where was I
Uhh, yea yea, so if there's nothing else
People take away from what I do
Or what I create, it should at least be this one thing, like
No matter where you've been mentally
Doesn't have to be where you end up
If you've felt the deepest depths of sadness
You still have capacity for the greatest joys
I truly believe that
Like, change itself
Does not guarantee a perfect life
But change itself is a guarantee
And we can use that
Like, yea man, we can use that
Keep it, keep it, keep it, keep it
Real
Fantasizing bout a trip to shores of Venice
While I travel under towers and the heat is so relentless
Lately things have been surreal, better take your time to heal
Yea the shock is like some eels piercing edges of your heels
Deep in the Mariana trench and I keep a joint clenched
Heavenly scent, bring me back to the present
My grip on sanity is tighter than some barracudas
I'm doing the impossible like gazing at Medusa (Yea)
But it's all good, keep it cruising with the backpack
Just another pacifist, I'm not about the clack clack
Looking for locations where they cannot even track Macs
If I'm off the grid, I might never backtrack
Saving for the fam so I hope I never lack racks
Wary with the wrist like it's blackjack
All I need is these herbs, homies and my backpack
Yea it's all good, keep it cruising with the
Uh, solitary on a saddle like I'm Django leading cattle
And the sea of my depression got me roaming with no paddle
I'm remaining optimistic, know this moment I've been gifted
Never tossing out my chance like synthetics into liquid (Yea)
Can you follow suit?
Horizons reflect in your iris and a shade of blues
But I wanna see you bloom
You got that soul, that Langston Hughes
Rebuild yourself upon these broken avenues (Come on)
I'm not aiming for the frames upon your greatest rapper roster
Just purging my evil so call me David Acosta (Yup)
I ride my own wave with an Atlantean posture
When I fail, I face the hail with mantras like
But it's all good, keep it cruising with the backpack
Just another pacifist, I'm not about the clack clack
Looking for locations where they cannot even track Macs
If I'm off the grid, I might never backtrack
Saving for the fam so I hope I never lack racks
Wary with the wrist like it's blackjack
All I need is these herbs, homies and my backpack
Yea it's all good, keep it cruising with the, with the
Audio Journal 27
Where was I
Uhh, yea yea, so if there's nothing else
People take away from what I do
Or what I create, it should at least be this one thing, like
No matter where you've been mentally
Doesn't have to be where you end up
If you've felt the deepest depths of sadness
You still have capacity for the greatest joys
I truly believe that
Like, change itself
Does not guarantee a perfect life
But change itself is a guarantee
And we can use that
Like, yea man, we can use that
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Writer(s): Richard Renelique
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