[Chill Phil]

lyrics:



it's always, one step forward, two leaps back
stewing in doubt seeps in the cracks
i've learned enough to know some decent math
i'm divided, half believes it's fact i never needed class

see but that's, a certain something one doesn't know
had to learn this stuff my own, how tough is a love that comes and it goes ?
can't succumb to the bumps in the road
people ask what's up with your clothes?
gee, i dunno,
you think maybe it's my first time drawing this much blood after touching a rose?

ears closed, i'm shrugging at those
who fake what you make, you're stuck in a pose,
swaggin out bro, poking your chest, knowing damn well "you aint got nothing to show, "
truth then exposed my need to cast away as i come from the mold,
once it was told, i was just a month old
opened my eyes, first time love would unfold..

thinking out "nope…

i'd rather sleep," i'm wide awake sounding japanese
ithis sad mystique, right in the corner where it's backing me,
when it's fight or flight then i have to speak, so naturally
i'm charging at life like a battery, when i actually think

i wonder if any of these new shirts can match the jeans?
i'm hatching schemes
…from thin air, yeah, i'm crafting things,
suspensesul gravity

while sippin' daqurias, manufactured at factories
having me actin' so bastardly,
interrupted you backwardly
knowin' there's nothing' i have to be
besides ….in control of my faculties,
how can you hate me, for doing something my mom and dad had asked of me?

try to deal with your strategy, as you're there steadily asking me
for a lighter, shifting fingers only to flick your ash on me
guess i'm learning things practically, practice stepping towards mastery,
i'm feeling stuck, and it sucks to just watch as you're passisng me,

came close, never had a ring, real talk, i've shattered dreams
I'll be a man and lean, towards the karma that's coming back at me,
never openly mad at things, i've had my heart that's attached at strings
but not knowing communication, that the largest portion of the saddest thing

acknowledge flaws bashfully, glad nothing's as sad as it seems,
i wouldn't have this esteem, thinking "why can't i live life as I had in my dreams?"
a solemn fact though i was raised to argue to back
ask my mom and dad, i was never a patron of talking back
just asked for the truth, anyone of you could take off the mask
but every time i went too far and ended up just walking back