Don't Blink

Look, am I gonna tell tales of being ahead of the game?
There's two sides to every coin
I miss that heavenly joy because it's never the same
I want the picture, but I'm still setting the frame

I'm sick of my words being hollow
How low can I go?
How deep can I breathe?
There's plenty of demons
Seeming to creep and not eager to leave
Sounds like a reason to scream, yeah

South of France, got too much to lose
But more to prove
I got things that I'm sorting through
Of course it's true
I'm walking on a fine line
But I got family and a beat that I'm talking to

If I spend my days on drinks and parties
Holding empty cups, I won't be fulfilled
See what I mean
That's what I say modestly
Sober's not easy
It's playing the game honestly

On this beat I need to speak about what's on my mind
So for instance, check the difference
I take a hit, and deal with the pain
But I see some people take a hit to deal with the pain, yeah

University got me home inside like first degree
Doing circles tryna be likeable
Certainly one of the things that's gonna burden me
Killing beats the only way I'll do a murder spree, ha

Smashing this tracklist
Naturally high, my acid trips lactic
Sometimes I think I close the curtains
Because I don't want to find out what's below the surface, nah

The irony, reflection is the reason that I'm not two faced
But I'm still too fazed by the things I see in the mirror
It's a slow burn
I won't break fast, guess I'll leave it 'til dinner

Whip up the bread I turn my pain into drive
I won't be changing my mind, difficulty is meaning
There's no faking it right?
Hope you notice the homies is where my home is

Wait let me make it a rhyme
Because I'm always the fucking foreigner
Unless I'm up late with the guys
Change perspective, you don't have to do this
You get to do this
That's the statement of life, yeah

Gotta start changing gears
Embracing fears
'Cause if I'm wasting time when I'm faced with time then I'm facing time
Can't grow and not be tasting tears, nah

Listen, I'm gonna be different
I know it's bad timing
But am I flat lining if there's no progress?
Do I need some summers with no rest? You get me

I think I need a fresh start
You know, some clean land like I'm washing a rover
One day I'm over the top and then I'm toppling over
Let's block that fall like I'm stopping October

Wrote a song about my panic attacks and called it fine dining daydreams
Things aren't as high flying as they seem
But I wont sink, there's more to see
I hope I don't blink
(Bars, boy)