Baggage Claim
Who you really hiding?
Solitude in sonic therapy disguise the problem
Insecurities you dress up crawling from the bottom
Immaturity won't let up that's a trending topic
You got trust issues
Rising, stretching thin like lung tissue
Uninviting
It's always do or die and nothing less, but you surviving
Running outta breath, respect the moment, take the silence
Guide us
Stacking feelings on the shelf now
Growing pains hurt
When you honest with yourself, wow
Better days work
Need more patience onna re-up
I'm just tryna see sum
Now i'm gettin teed up like a blank shirt
I been humble for a minute
Cause the digits all planned
Shit get heavy when u see
It's really all in your hands
Gotta own your view
When you carry that baggage
Walkin' in my shoes
Imma need a new balance
(Huh)
Think for way too many hours
Gotta feel and face it
Never duckin' from a challenge
Know the season changing
Get too comfortable in habits
That's the shit I ain't with
And you gotta claim yo' baggage
All that shit you came with
Came in with the talent
Lookin for a spot now
I can never be no coward
Pen it, leave a mark now
Get too comfortable in habits
That's the shit I ain't with
I ain't with
Grow up
Stuck in
Something
Now I'm
Moving, running
That's that shit I ain't with
Glow up
Watch it
Coming
Still I'm
Fighting, running
That's that shit I-
Flashback to that first home
I was tryna stay outside
Many things that I learned though
Move smart my heart guides
Couldn't see on those dark nights
Memories of them dark times
Enemies I had mentally
When I couldn't speak on those hard fights
Couldn't eat like I couldn't feel
Now I eat like it's lunchtime
Every beat turn a mini-meal
20 piece in a month right?
(Damn, huh)
20 piece in a month right?
Running tracks like a running back
When I'm called up I can't duck right?
Cause I been down
And I been defeated in silence
(Shhh)
But I grin now
Cause that younger me was just childish, childish, childish
Got spin now
& I box and weave on my vices
Some don't believe in my likeness
But my touch valid like Midas
I know
My touch valid like stylist
Her second son he one of one
Responsible for my problems
Accountability options
I count on me to go solve em
Solitude in sonic therapy disguise the problem
Insecurities you dress up crawling from the bottom
Immaturity won't let up that's a trending topic
You got trust issues
Rising, stretching thin like lung tissue
Uninviting
It's always do or die and nothing less, but you surviving
Running outta breath, respect the moment, take the silence
Guide us
Stacking feelings on the shelf now
Growing pains hurt
When you honest with yourself, wow
Better days work
Need more patience onna re-up
I'm just tryna see sum
Now i'm gettin teed up like a blank shirt
I been humble for a minute
Cause the digits all planned
Shit get heavy when u see
It's really all in your hands
Gotta own your view
When you carry that baggage
Walkin' in my shoes
Imma need a new balance
(Huh)
Think for way too many hours
Gotta feel and face it
Never duckin' from a challenge
Know the season changing
Get too comfortable in habits
That's the shit I ain't with
And you gotta claim yo' baggage
All that shit you came with
Came in with the talent
Lookin for a spot now
I can never be no coward
Pen it, leave a mark now
Get too comfortable in habits
That's the shit I ain't with
I ain't with
Grow up
Stuck in
Something
Now I'm
Moving, running
That's that shit I ain't with
Glow up
Watch it
Coming
Still I'm
Fighting, running
That's that shit I-
Flashback to that first home
I was tryna stay outside
Many things that I learned though
Move smart my heart guides
Couldn't see on those dark nights
Memories of them dark times
Enemies I had mentally
When I couldn't speak on those hard fights
Couldn't eat like I couldn't feel
Now I eat like it's lunchtime
Every beat turn a mini-meal
20 piece in a month right?
(Damn, huh)
20 piece in a month right?
Running tracks like a running back
When I'm called up I can't duck right?
Cause I been down
And I been defeated in silence
(Shhh)
But I grin now
Cause that younger me was just childish, childish, childish
Got spin now
& I box and weave on my vices
Some don't believe in my likeness
But my touch valid like Midas
I know
My touch valid like stylist
Her second son he one of one
Responsible for my problems
Accountability options
I count on me to go solve em
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