RunWay

Sitting on a one way
Writing for the runway
I just let the drums play
Feeling like a Sunday groove
Shits loose
Everyday action got me hating all the moves
Can't lose the momentum
Whenever I enter
Solo promo with the smiles like they dentures
Round me the universe spins and it centres
Only got our future selves for the mentors
Yeah I need mento
Need fresh breath for the mic
Used old words before they expired
Find one letter in my songs that I lied
A for effort least you tried like why
I just keep it mint when I write
Samples and drums are the lint in a pipe
Manual stick shift spin then I type
Mind left unlocked yeah come inside
Look, yeah
Now I gotta set the scene
Strapped to the pen since seventeen
Prison of my thoughts got caught now they clean
Flowed over dark beats now they gleam
Now I try keep it light, yeah yeah
Then it slides how I like, yeah yeah

Tell me who's been
Buying what you're sellin'?
Are we here or there?
There's no way of tellin'
Is your ego tired?
Always fuckin' yellin'
Repellin'
And wouldn't it be nice if we could just be honest?
And maybe you'd think twice, take a minute from it

Lately I've been feeling like I can't stop less I have to
Following my thoughts till they're caught like I grabbed tools
Fishing for the compliments I'm sculpted from a statue
Singing all these melodies forgot that I rap too
But I lack proof like I'm D12
Palpitations thump the further that I delve
Into my psyche
Calm? That's unlikely
Anxious on the timepiece
Makes me untimely said
Lately I've been anxious
No one for the thanking cause I'm falling from the ranking
Hoped for a rest now my mind is only blanking
All this confidence is shot now it's tanking
Nihilist notes
Only silent votes
No mileage quotes
These violent hopes
Only buy my ropes
Like I've tied these floats
No wire in spokes
No sparks no rose
Or strike a pose though

Now I'm calm that's a wrap, aye
I could build a wall with the stones in my back, wait
Acne
Lack sober thoughts like that's only on the list
I could get some ice from my eyes for my wrist

Keep it to myself cause this ain't no show and tell
Toss the dreams in the well sell 'em on for retail
Been split up the seams sow it up for the shell
Yeah I dwell on a scale
Could paint the wall with my nails
All the scratching
Like it's an accident
Will I have to act again
That's what gets me panickin'
Falling from the middle when I've seen the drop
Hope it resets like the hands on the clock

Tell me who's been
Buying what you're sellin'?
Are we here or there?
There's no way of tellin'
Is your ego tired?
Always fuckin' yellin'
Repellin'
And wouldn't it be nice if we could just be honest?
And maybe you'd think twice, take a minute from it