What it is Lyrics

Count my words you know making money hurt

I'm standing still at work

Staying honest even though they got they backs turnt

Age has taught well what can't be said often fills the room

So these words that I choose can't turn me to a saint

If they did I wouldn't have to work six to two

Every day and watch they back like I should with mines

'Cause it's running on my fucking time yeah yeah

I'm just laughing at the ends of the roads

Like I knew the places that I don't

I don't wanna blow up smoke

Sometimes I'm forgetting that I'm playing

Uncertain like, scientific experiments in the making

Taking on hysterical ratings

I'm developing decisions on the spot

Learning how to move, innovating shots

The rewards can't match my feelings

But it is what it is

Is what it is and I can't say shit

It it is what it is and I can't say shit

Passions held bounded by the depths of the candle

Pressure no one tryna handle

Rise above but never victimize

The moment is a prophecy so you cant apologize

'Cause you think the past is hard to memorize

I can't pick my size I'm blinded by supernatural signs

Its a fear with no ringing, a puppet on no strings, a story without a tale

Why don't you go and trip with someone else

Burn the image this ain't no skirmish

I'm attacking what you got it's a privilege like birthday wishing

Keep the candles burning until the day can finish

I anticipate intrinsic hate

A fair share of being loved and played

Collateral damage to rock your faith

This psychological destruction is driven by an impatient way