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K.A.A.N.

Miss It All

 

Miss It All

(альбом: Gathering - 2019)


You're too concerned with the who's-who and what's-what
The come down is like a crash, call that blue crush
I'm cool, coached with these flows, I'm too clutch
These boys relying on gimmicks, they need a new crutch
See, once the high wears off, you'll find your wherewithal
And realize that you was never really there at all
In due time this darkness'll turn to light, dog
The crowd gone, they about to turn the lights off
I been moving too long
I been thinking too much
I'm working smarter, not harder, that's how I still approach it
The ups and downs and the intricacies, I really know it
This shit is deeper than you think, deeper than you know
Deeper than the deepest depths that you could ever go
You get a million "no"s before they finally open up the fucking door
And see this shit for what it is, but you ain't even want it

The lights, the lights
So high, so high
They shine, they shine
So bright, so bright
Don't go too fast or close your eyes
You'll miss it all, miss it all
Doing too much
You're supposed to take your time
Get too close and you could lose your mind
Close your eyes and it could all pass you by
The lights, the lights
Just take your time
You could blink and it could all pass you by
Life goes on in due time
It gets hard to block it out but we try
Silence now

Isolation is a potent motivator
It's funny when the only one that you can talk to is the pen and paper
Creative outlets ain't that creative
It's too much going on in your mind, it ain't that spacious
It's no room
Overwhelmed and consumed
Basking in your misery
Watching life go by
Wishing it was different
Your intuition kicking in but you ain't even listening
Hard to see the future when you can't even envision it
Life's a marathon, not a short race
Try to keep a steady pace
Don't worry about first place
Don't worry about accolades
Don't think about recognition
Try to find some self-belief amongst all the grief
Peace of mind is not enough when you want more than you have
Try loving yourself, see that's all that you have
Validation ain't much, you might feel good for a month
The happiness dries up, and then you feel washed up
I suggest that you wise up
I know the truth taste bitter
I know the lies taste sweet
But all that shit artificial
If you like it, I love it
If denial's what you covet
The delusion is covered
Shit, you know that well
Gonna swim in that river
You won't be by yourself
Know the water is shallow, you'll never drown in it
Don't spend every minute trying to uphold an image
That ain't worth upholding, bring you closer to closure
Oh no

The lights, the lights
So high, so high
They shine, they shine
So bright, so bright
Don't go too fast or close your eyes
You'll miss it all, miss it all
Doing too much
You're supposed to take your time
Get too close and you could lose your mind
Close your eyes and it could all pass you by
The lights, the lights
Just take your time
You could blink and it could all pass you by
Life goes on in due time
It gets hard to block it out but we try
Silence now

Yeah, hold on Jack, I'm on the phone
Yeah, listen, I was thinking, that motherfucker, K.A.A.N., man
That's exactly that, a conman
I let this nigga borrow 12 dollars from me
Do I have my 12 dollars? No
Do I have my CD player? No
This nigga borrows shit and don't give it back
And he owe me the money!
When I catch thi listen and fuck and I'm tired of niggas saying this nigga from D.C too
Man, I don't think he from D.C, that nigga looks Panamanian, B
He look like he's from Honduras or some shit like that, don't let him fool you
His hairs growing and shit, look at his hair
Check it out!
Yeah, hold o hold on

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