LOST MY GRIP (feat. Kai Wei)
J.B.POE, Sun Gin
앨범 : AMPERSAND
작사 : J.B.POE, Kai Wei
작곡 : Sun Gin
편곡 : Sun Gin
Slow struggle, Progressive overload got too much
Mood fucked, had to slink back to the known bubble
low muscle, putting in reps for this manoeuvre
Use a, Shoelace for a belt man I won't buckle
Lost my grip, I couldn't pull my weight, and
Plates stacked heavy, when it comes to mixtapes man
Plz Don't fish and lift w it, your lines weak and taste trash
If you slip your disk, will have you wailing like ahab
Uh, 24 hours in a day man
So why do I feel there's no time, fucking up the made plan
Know that I can make rap but Doubts I hear my Brain chat
saying I ain't got a leg to stand on like I was Rayman
I know you be soft when I start striking
Tryna make these joints hard, like arthritis
I just powered off, I need to recharge writing
黄金右脚, aiming for the stars, sky it
Paradigm flip, want to rise up and conquer
When I realised I could get anything I wanted
Perspective is key, change looks and it'll alter
could look at it as cane sugar instead of salt crust
Look into my iris, see fire in the hole
開槍, opening the windows to my soul
These other pupils thinking fast rap the only formula
We don't see eye to eye, they just cornier
This mode, Dorian
Been playin’ myself like accordion
Penny for my thoughts
along the Hardaway, that’s lonely one
Been thru the cut and sprain,
growin’ pain for me though
Just do millions of notes
to the glorious
This no funny shit
I grip the pen like they study shit
Thoughts gettin’ bogged down
like two feet in a muddy field
In this jungle,
gotta reconcile wit drum and bass
Dealin’ with the joint statement,
get the job done in peace
I speak positive
but it sounds polar opposite
I kept my words,
ending up with broken promises
My imagination spin the block
facing a dead end
Need a cure for this headache
but nothing in the pharmacy
Wanderin’ the ground floor,
dudes look at me like an outlaw
No matter what,
gotta keep my head up
like a crowned dome
Quick to the southpaw
My decision about to mind-blow,
heatwavin’ in my chest
open Colgate, found a mouthwash
Washin’ the mud, negativity been bypassed
Knockin’ off the verse,
I be feelin fresh like Cass
Words I manifest, dreamin of the high-class
Brewed cold, in a blue label,
poetic mindstate
Flock together,
The same weight of pain we fathom
Secret gesture stayin’ afloat,
not to lose balance
The same feather,
The same leather,
The same soul possessor
Whether it’s hot or cloudy,
we keep the same swagger