O.I.G. (Over it Grows)

I have no pastime, only a few passions that I half-ass, half-smile frozen with my eyes Down
I chastise myself and lash out, in my own head, 'cause thank god I ain't got time for Hashtags
My mental shifts like the seasons, from storm to breeze in a second, try to restore Reason
The lock is jammed, like I stuck the keys in, too much time spent on the clock, not Enough spent breathing
Peeking over the edge for the last time, always feel like I'm standing one-footed on a Slackline
For god's sake, I've done a couple of things right, afraid I might blow the rest of the items On the list
I play with words, and ingredients in the beat like, Merlin the enchanter home, cooking Up a sweet vibe
I blink twice, think back to the days of the freestyle, watching rappers spit today is a Bleak sight
The abyss is where I often feel fine, they aim for the seventh sky, I'm prepping for the Deep dive
Prepping for the deep dive yeah, cz deep down is where I feel fine

I've always done my best to live my life complete, 27 years in, still a mystery
I've seen a lotta clouds forming over me, but I'm not worried, nothing's amiss to me
Over it grows, overboard, over the dose, alcohol spilling over the clothes, over the moon
With that powder over the nose, overhead the sky's falling, I'm over-exposed
Over it grows, overboard, over the dose, alcohol spilling over the clothes, over the moon
With that powder over the nose, overhead the sky's falling now
Falling now, falling now, overhead the sky's definitely falling

I feel like a ghost, though I'm happier than most, filling the holes in my sweet life Scribbling notes
But today will be dope yo, I'm out of the frown, out of the home alone mood that was Holding me down
And I'm south-bound, aboard a train doing fast time, checking out ma fam, raise your Glass for the last round
I'm with my clowns grooving, chasing the sound, the flyest dance moves in the house We got them hands down
I'm on the fence, now, no way to tell which way is best between seriousness and being Crazed out
They say I must face down my fears 'cause in real life, you don't try to sort the heavy shit On facetime
I get my face out there, stand up straight and fierce, happiness-infested life's a fiesta
Life's a fucking fiesta, and I've always done my best

I've always done my best to live my life complete, 27 years in, still a mystery
I've seen a lotta clouds forming over me, but I'm not worried no nothing's amiss to me
Over it grows, overboard, over the dose, alcohol spilling over the clothes, over the moon
With that powder over the nose, overhead the sky's falling, I'm over-exposed
Falling now, falling now
Overhead the sky's definitely falling

I guess I've always tried to live my life complete, couple of years in, the rest is history
History, here's to dreaming, to the youth going too far, counting misdemeanors
History, here's to dreaming, here's to not seeing the world as it appears to me
History, here's to dreaming