Kiss Goodnight

Tryna just fight machines, I lift my hands, I bob, I weave, I rock, I lean
Defend myself with a head of steam, Tryna be sane, I'm in between, all the things I've seen from dreams
Controlling emotions that's overflowing, Tryna do good, ain't what it seems
You can't stop the rain when it's storming, Kisses goodnight to you in the morning

Asking like, what's the deal? Just letting it spill out my heart, but really it's pouring
Probably gon' make it out, I believe that you a star and that you gon' be soaring
Much like a bull in a mind, but the heart of a lion, the engines that's made for roaring
Dump a coal in that fire so I can maintain it, All of my niggas say blood, I'm really inspired

But truly, this shit get draining, How I'm supposed to answer all of these questions
When none of this shit explain it? Too many vivid pictures exist in the light
And lose the artist to painting, He wanna make this right for once
He stuck in his head, he live in the field, Like it was all hikes and punts

He traded a ball for mikes and runts, He's sick of the way that they treated him back at home
He keeping away for months, He's head above that water
Now he on his own, constantly pulling his stunts, Make it look easy, it's hard to escape
But mentally you can relate, Probably gon' shift the waters when I go on

I hope you remember the pace, They telling him all the ways that he was wrong
So that's why he leaving this place, All of the bad cycles, broken homes
You can just see in his face, Sticking and moving around the block
It's hot, just praying and keeping his top, Right now he can't refuse it

Don't wanna lose it, feel like he live in a box
Don't run his time to fight, just guard your life
And you get paid the price, The critical moments stop in time
But that's when you can't even take advice
Throw the jab, that hook gon' wait in line, Can't even chase design
You built that to divide, Standing too close to real decline
Wait for a second, it strikes so perfect, Now you think this shit was a sign
Too many swings, that light refined, Not enough hits to come divine

Ask yourself how you reign the champ, Call the name, it's you who stamped
The next gon' face you in the ring, This same gon' follow up the ramp
All them problems with his team, He gon' contest it in his camp
So many wanna play the game, But they ain't too bright to even have that lamp.