Similar View ft. Elyon Lyrics

Minds full of what if's, mine full of buttons

Mindful to address a similar view

Now that I've visited the lowest of lows

I'll ponder life in the soul

So I can grow, until I'm hurting no more

Minds full of what if's, mine full of buttons

Mindful to address a similar view

Now that I've visited the lowest of lows

I'll ponder life in the soul

So I can grow, until I'm hurting no more

Do you see do you see me, breaking the mold

I feel the grit under my feet like the sand in my toes

I understand now, what I didn't know then

What I couldn't understand, truth cracked open

Got both hands, I'm feeling great like a new man

In a minute or two I'll be leading you to the winning hand

Whatever I'm dealt, whenever I can

I lead my life through a lens of optimism and lamb

See it's easier than we try to make it

I was leaving space vacant to patience, since it was adjacent

I'm complacent, sometimes I want to quit it

I want to be passionate, specifically, I would get it

A hero within the shadows like a secret agent (I am)

Like a little rain in a drought, and I'll be a saying

I bring life, carry hope in the rhymes

Are you waiting for a flood, I'll bring it throughout my lines

Minds full of what if's, mine full of buttons

Mindful to address a similar view

Now that I've visited the lowest of lows

I'll ponder life in the soul

So I can grow, until I'm hurting no more

Minds full of what if's, mine full of buttons

Mindful to address a similar view

Now that I've visited the lowest of lows

I'll ponder life in the soul

So I can grow, until I'm hurting no more

Do you see, do you see me, breaking the mold

I feel the grit under my feet, like the sand in my toes

I'm ready to go, venture through a valley of snow

Never again will I stick, I'ma stand out in frozen

Chosen, that's why I write so I can show you

Sort through, life in a rhyme is what I produce

Even when it's difficult, trying to be original

In a sea of faces where everybody is critical

Syllables tossed in the wind that's my cue to go

Pen in my palm, a whitened cuticle, who would've known

Inking everything that I felt, nope but pretty close

I'm closing in to the heart of it, of what I love the most

Melancholy lullaby, Elyon the start of this

Collaboration chasing art with a heart of tips

Given from a personhood with slightly larger wrists

Minds full of what if's, mine full of buttons

Mindful to address a similar view

Now that I've visited the lowest of lows

I'll ponder life in the soul

So I can grow, until I'm hurting no more

Minds full of what if's, mine full of buttons

Mindful to address a similar view

Now that I've visited the lowest of lows

I'll ponder life in the soul

So I can grow, until I'm hurting no more (More)