THE ATTEMPT / OLD
Damn, let's hit it
Can't believe I did it
No more cheesy gimmick, it's a celebration bitches
To chase both hares a slice of wishful thinking
High key a fools errand, no blinking
Each eye got its sight on different prizes
Go and get it checked, might be strabismus causing blindness
Catataractic waterfalls now pouring out your iris
My phone the biggest virus
My tactics on the low: kill em with kindness
And switch up what you've known your whole life, let it go
Got to get grown before you're housed in a home
And every morning a claw at the soul
Draining all the moments
Your life-blood source
Keeping all the sauce tucked deep down the bottom layer
You used to be a downright playa
Used to mix fondue right on the board
Laid the bassline, sixteen years old
Numb your senses close your eyes
This will make the time go by
Elevation of sensation
No one's even been this high
Grab the structure by the bones
Nice contours and blood-red tones
It shines bright and it grants sight on auras that absorb the light
Jay, let me go off real quick, just a second
A thousand on the clock
New gospel, that's the message
Test off faith, raw ether
Take me back
Rounded my disciples on the roster
Every track gives meaning to the glad return of the melted feta
First ever tuned Armageddon
Revivalist hero's cycled life
Faced my due time, recycled drive
Torsos on a roll
Heads made out of gold
I expand six-fold
I escape the mold
What if you were told that none of you were bold
And the only thing you hold is an attempt at being
Torsos on a roll
Heads made out of gold
I expand six-fold
I escape the mold
What if you were told that none of you were bold
And the only thing you hold is an attempt at being old
Throat cleared
Smoke the beat to keep my voice near
No fear, toking by the dozen for a whole year
Feel kicks rumble, deeper cords be provoked here
Moist from the wheat beer, oysters, our meat seared
Roast me in fifth gear now watch my esteem veer
Blowing on hopes & dreams
The sky will keep em all real safe
Heavens turning hellish, meeting God along the way
Realizing your 20's weren't the greatest time to waste
Now you wanna be a father
Right, you do need a raise
Got paid congratulations how I played myself
When instead I need help facing my dependence
Funny how it's me overseeing people's health
Can't believe I did it
No more cheesy gimmick, it's a celebration bitches
To chase both hares a slice of wishful thinking
High key a fools errand, no blinking
Each eye got its sight on different prizes
Go and get it checked, might be strabismus causing blindness
Catataractic waterfalls now pouring out your iris
My phone the biggest virus
My tactics on the low: kill em with kindness
And switch up what you've known your whole life, let it go
Got to get grown before you're housed in a home
And every morning a claw at the soul
Draining all the moments
Your life-blood source
Keeping all the sauce tucked deep down the bottom layer
You used to be a downright playa
Used to mix fondue right on the board
Laid the bassline, sixteen years old
Numb your senses close your eyes
This will make the time go by
Elevation of sensation
No one's even been this high
Grab the structure by the bones
Nice contours and blood-red tones
It shines bright and it grants sight on auras that absorb the light
Jay, let me go off real quick, just a second
A thousand on the clock
New gospel, that's the message
Test off faith, raw ether
Take me back
Rounded my disciples on the roster
Every track gives meaning to the glad return of the melted feta
First ever tuned Armageddon
Revivalist hero's cycled life
Faced my due time, recycled drive
Torsos on a roll
Heads made out of gold
I expand six-fold
I escape the mold
What if you were told that none of you were bold
And the only thing you hold is an attempt at being
Torsos on a roll
Heads made out of gold
I expand six-fold
I escape the mold
What if you were told that none of you were bold
And the only thing you hold is an attempt at being old
Throat cleared
Smoke the beat to keep my voice near
No fear, toking by the dozen for a whole year
Feel kicks rumble, deeper cords be provoked here
Moist from the wheat beer, oysters, our meat seared
Roast me in fifth gear now watch my esteem veer
Blowing on hopes & dreams
The sky will keep em all real safe
Heavens turning hellish, meeting God along the way
Realizing your 20's weren't the greatest time to waste
Now you wanna be a father
Right, you do need a raise
Got paid congratulations how I played myself
When instead I need help facing my dependence
Funny how it's me overseeing people's health
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Writer(s): Lukas Hermans
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