content II Lyrics

Giving up. that's a dangerous kind of power

Free you up to fly or fall like meteor showers

Life been dealing lemons, we don't know why she sour

But I'm out of sugarcoating when it's out of my power

There I was twenty-four years old, ain't sufficed

Perfectionist who never made perfect in his life

Shit that held me down doesn't seem to entice

Wondering if I'll end up on the edge of a knife

Nothing cut and dry, everything imprecise

All the variables floating 'round they fuck with the splice

Even while I'm trying to understand the advice

The world keep moving with the tech like it's a mobile device

I mean I guess all I can do to prevent myself from falling out

Was aim and hope you hit the percent

Guessing I ain't a Sharpshooter cause to that extent

I was aiming for perfection, now just target content yeah

It's like Alt, delete, I got no ctrl

Like I'm Sza in '17, 20-something beholden to the universe

Who could parse and who inverses all the curses

I'm traversing, no reversing

I ain't seen no reimbursement.

I ain't even seen rehearsing

All the verses, I just tap the black mirror when the pixels set to serve a purpose

I'm immersed, shit looks like a notes app confessional

Still don't know what the fuck it means to be professional

Every industry I come across look concessional

Do you have expenses or are you just so exceptional

Look at where we at do we even need conventionals

Maybe I'm just tired, I just want to feel content is all

All the commas and the decimals, marvel at it all like the shit multidimensional

Making sure I move intentional

Maybe I'm just tired, I just want to feel content is all

Maybe I'm just tired, this what I desired

When you're in the pyre, you can't feel the fire

Well me what's required, Make it till retired

I need be rewired? or maybe i'm just tired

Maybe I'm just tired, this what I desired

When you're in the pyre, you can't feel the fire

Well me what's required, Make it till retired

I need be rewired? or maybe i'm just tired