NOV'22 Lyrics

You know I'm punching in these double shifts

I barely get to sleep off

My rugged hands been tugging threads

I nearly tore my sleeve off

My dullest pen is cutting veins

And verily I bleed off

I hung my head and dumped my brain

Prepared to let the beat off

I'm locked in couple hundred bars

Was never read Miranda's

I shot grins and exposed my heart to every flashing camera

I waltzed in the party sung my song to charm her or romance her

But I'm awkward as I shuffle off

I'm not much of a dancer

I propped open my jaw and let it fall, a verbal vomit

In hopes that I'd be lauded and regarded as an artist

Too enthralled by the applause, the praise, the jargon, and the nonsense

So I'm often caught up disregarding all that we've accomplished

Ahmani said "Rashad, you need to pause you need to eat

You exhausted, need relief, you nodding off, you need to sleep"

I shook it off, my nasty cough, fatigue, thermometer said heat

I poured a shot into my tea and moved along to bars and beats

So please pardon my tardiness I'm bout to start again

And keep sparking it regardless if I'm sick of cigarettes

I need to cough when I talk I need shortness in my breath

I need a problem it's the cost of being an artist, I'm convinced

But I admit, I'd be remiss to act as if I lack passion

But alas at least half of the shit's compulsive

I'm an addict

And I'm tripping and I'm crashing

Try'na run my feet are draggin'

But I'm still searching for balance as I travel on the wagon

I'm reaching out my arms to touch and comfort any lonely soul

The doctor draw my blood and caught the venom of a Scorpio

I'm flipping through my pages and I'm giving you my open notes

And burning through my sages try'na give you the most potent smoke

I play my hand I see it through regardless of the shit I'm dealt

I'm blatant as I speak to you regardless of the shit I felt

I work and grind, pour over rhymes

The blood and sweat the time I spent

To blur the lines 'tween shit I dreamt, the shit I wrote, and shit I meant