Know What? Lyrics

Know what, I just became a grown up

I been feeling like a no one, well hold up

I been biting on a gold tongue, well so what

I just became a grown up, and know what?

I been feeling like a who, how, what, when

Slipping, gripping on this fucking pen like

Sitting on a crooked stump, looking up like what the fuck

Is what, I know now, soul proud head up

Ain't ever gonna let up, like this London drizzle

Etch my name on cave walls, with this wondrous chisel

Free my mind, spend this time like it's expensive

Wallet full of expansive experience, pay the ransom

Play the hand, slay the dragon, ride that hansom

All the way back then, when you thought you was handsome

Handful of chaos, long flannel buttoned up to the neck

Cuffed jeans, dirty vans, and a fleck of disrespect

Child of the spirit, confide in the feeling

Wild as a the flower, growing, right from the ceiling

Write from the feeling, think of life as just Stealing time for your breath until death sounds Appealing

Two young angels in a known fiction

Grown world, no mission, life's a contradiction

Live just to die and try to die with some conviction

Just my position, I stay paying attention

Just listen, been different since show and tell was a given

Wind spitting, got my skin splitting like cell division

Yall overlooked me when I'm right in front of you

Unintentional blindness like refrigerator vision

Grin, grimace, then begin, every now and then

Tick tock, is cha-ching, hesitation is a sin

Meditation is a blessing, animation is expression

Concentration, contemplation, conversation with my essence

Self to self chatter, complication of the matter

Now welcoming tradition's fine challenger

Seldom one with a handful of fuck, rebel's new luck

Balancer, axle in the center in the middle with a little bit

Lean back, posted up like a calender

Habitat for bad habits, crack addict for my craft

Lemme take you to my fortress, dense as deforested

Forrests, flaming similar to moltress

Hold pace, even when the ocean wind blowing in my own face

No wait, on a roll like a rolling pin, going

With no chase, for liquor only dreams

Solely me, no they