Nothing Wrong (feat. Isabel Aguiar)
Yeah yeah yeah
Living in paranoia
And to stop my head from spinning
I sit and envision winning
Hope that when I get there God doesn't say
"I'm sorry, but champ
I wasn't planning nothing better for 'ya"
So I take a walk back to the beginning of my story
When I was in High School, bummed it wasn't like Euphoria
With big dreams to get more rings than a Sequoia
Crushing over the chicks who studied to be a lawyer
Reminiscing helps amidst all the pandemonium
And writing down my fears
Is sort of like a healthy way of taking Opium
(Yeah)
'Cause it's soothing for the mental
Homie I invite you
Come with me clean up the skeletons
As I face head first the ghosts of what I haven't dealt with
And these bars that I write are way more than just a damn quip
There's a mysterious lady I bump into on the street
I think it's my guardian angel's way of keeping close to me
Boy, there's nothing wrong with you
You know
You're just watching dramas
Time to turn off the show
I wish you could see from the place that I see
You won and left your fears hanging dead from a tree
Boy, there's nothing wrong...
This is unsettling
Every once in a while, I lose my mind
Because the fears that I feed start meddling
With my wellbeing
And that just leads to fits of paranoia developing
To the point where rationale is out of questioning
Just me and my mind in a cell, hands trembling
Feeling a headache, cause the screams of other casualties are deafening
And somehow in this scenario everything is menacing
'Til I break out from the box
Causing a wave of shocks
Stand up for myself, I'm the one who calls the shots
Steady reminding me I get to be J-Dot
And forging my commando knife I strike while the Iron's hot
I rap for wayfarers who even when the road is long don't stop
Hand on the wheel, Cross hanging from the mirror,
Those are the ones I got
So please put your lighters to the Top
Boy, there's nothing wrong with you (Put your lighters to the top)
You know (Come up to my side show me the world don't stop)
You're just watching dramas (Hands in the air while your feet hop)
Time to turn off the show
(And come on show your teeth, show the one who calls the shots)
I wish you could see from the place that I see
You won and left your fears hanging dead from a tree
Boy, there's nothing wrong...
Boy, there's nothing...
Boy, there's nothing wrong with you
You know
You're just watching dramas
Time to turn off the show
I wish you could see from the place that I see
You won and left your fears hanging dead from a tree
Boy, there's nothing...
Living in paranoia
And to stop my head from spinning
I sit and envision winning
Hope that when I get there God doesn't say
"I'm sorry, but champ
I wasn't planning nothing better for 'ya"
So I take a walk back to the beginning of my story
When I was in High School, bummed it wasn't like Euphoria
With big dreams to get more rings than a Sequoia
Crushing over the chicks who studied to be a lawyer
Reminiscing helps amidst all the pandemonium
And writing down my fears
Is sort of like a healthy way of taking Opium
(Yeah)
'Cause it's soothing for the mental
Homie I invite you
Come with me clean up the skeletons
As I face head first the ghosts of what I haven't dealt with
And these bars that I write are way more than just a damn quip
There's a mysterious lady I bump into on the street
I think it's my guardian angel's way of keeping close to me
Boy, there's nothing wrong with you
You know
You're just watching dramas
Time to turn off the show
I wish you could see from the place that I see
You won and left your fears hanging dead from a tree
Boy, there's nothing wrong...
This is unsettling
Every once in a while, I lose my mind
Because the fears that I feed start meddling
With my wellbeing
And that just leads to fits of paranoia developing
To the point where rationale is out of questioning
Just me and my mind in a cell, hands trembling
Feeling a headache, cause the screams of other casualties are deafening
And somehow in this scenario everything is menacing
'Til I break out from the box
Causing a wave of shocks
Stand up for myself, I'm the one who calls the shots
Steady reminding me I get to be J-Dot
And forging my commando knife I strike while the Iron's hot
I rap for wayfarers who even when the road is long don't stop
Hand on the wheel, Cross hanging from the mirror,
Those are the ones I got
So please put your lighters to the Top
Boy, there's nothing wrong with you (Put your lighters to the top)
You know (Come up to my side show me the world don't stop)
You're just watching dramas (Hands in the air while your feet hop)
Time to turn off the show
(And come on show your teeth, show the one who calls the shots)
I wish you could see from the place that I see
You won and left your fears hanging dead from a tree
Boy, there's nothing wrong...
Boy, there's nothing...
Boy, there's nothing wrong with you
You know
You're just watching dramas
Time to turn off the show
I wish you could see from the place that I see
You won and left your fears hanging dead from a tree
Boy, there's nothing...
Credits
Writer(s): João Alves
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