ImprovementWords ft. Controller 7, STILL RIFT & Ari The Indigo Lyrics

You take the low road and I'll take the high road

And I'll go from New York to Los Angeles before you

I'll lead the way with felted light bulbs shining on a black expressway

I drove from O'hare to my house but did not use express lanes

I go against the grain

Take your time walk in the rain

Don't be shy sing out loud

The refrain is John Jacob

His name is my name too

Wake up go three for six before breakfast

That's good brain food

I used to wake up in the morning and read angriness

I used to wake up do some yoga and then blaze a bit

I used to wake up and get dressed for school

Blue pants brown shoes

A wide snoopy tie white shirt

Filling out notebooks

But not with notes

I had a thought that I could make it better

I wrote these words with lotsa letters

I wrote a letter to myself

Over a beat

And that makes it a verse

Actions tend to make things better

Often words just end up making them worse

I had a thought that I could make it better

I wrote these words with lotsa letters

I wrote a letter to myself

Over a beat

And that makes it a verse

Actions tend to make things better

Often words just end up making them worse

Crawl before you ball before you walk before you run away

Live to fight another day

Flight is fright response okay

Ok we get the gist of it

The missing children syndicate

Stepped into it with two feet and never left

Like quicksand

Concrete

We two step forever like stars in parallax

Adjacent bodies

Empty out dance floors before replacing myself with newer hobbies

It's reaction, equal and opposite

Went where the topic went

Meandered off a cliff drifting in daydreams of the pocket monster

I caught released inside a mini apocalypse

Lemme stop this shit

Beast of burdens slain is only dead weight

Emotionally speaking

I'm tweaking over Wordle process

Spelling out how

We went from great to grief in two turns

And that's how tracks get written now

I had a thought that I could make it better

I wrote these words with lotsa letters

I wrote a letter to myself

Over a beat

And that makes it a verse

Actions tend to make things better

Often words just end up making them worse

I had a thought that I could make it better

I wrote these words with lotsa letters

I wrote a letter to myself

Over a beat

And that makes it a verse

Actions tend to make things better

Often words just end up making them worse

You see

I'm from a place

Where divinity meets sin

A born sinner, ready to win

I'm from a city called windy

Ain't no way

My victory ain't inscribed

It's in my blood to never lose

But don't get confused

My world view

Is ever lasting

I'm a speck

In this multiverse

But I wouldn't call it nothing

Moving by the hour

Seeing how they take it

They carry broken crosses all in their neck and preach the good

Eloquence means nothing when you a dreamer in this hood

Empty heart

Empty mind

Turns empty hands

I am made of everything and nothing

I am in this world but I'm not made of it

You are in this world but are not made of it