listen

-I can feel it -Hold up, hold up. Is that you? Yeah

I can feel it in my bones.

Listen to the sounds.

There's a story to be told.

Listen.

Listen to the sounds.

Ooh, yeah.

-There's a story to be told -Look, gotta tell 'em, yeah, I'm sick of it.

Sick of tryna find a way to see the bigger picture, it's nice at the top, but that's where people are the wickedest. I'm runnin' through these tracks like I'm

Usain, yeah, can you picture it?

So tell me now, yeah, are they listenin'?

I set the mic alight with witness my transition on. Faces to the wall, but I been livin' on.

Production on my mind, it's like I'm ready for the fall Listen.

Ooh, listen to the sounds Got no headphones on, I'm in my own world.

I'd like active talk 'cause they'd say that it was evident, estimate. Guess it was correct, but it's not relevant.

I'm runnin' out of words, but make it clear I'm a specialist. The words important, not the versionist.

Can you make it work? 'Cause tonight left us lookin' desolate for definite.

Tryna make it out this world of poetry.

Still holdin' onto pain, but with my words, I'm buildin' dynamite. Chokes on the zone, I can hardly feel my face.

I've been writin' this for ages, tell me can you feel the pain?

Ran out of pages in my book, so I can't turn another page. Out on my own, slowly turnin' me insane, yeah, yeah.

Turnin' me insane, yeah, yeah. Turnin' me insane, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah

Listen.

Ooh, listen to the sounds