counting the days Lyrics

I've been counting the days

I've been shouting for grace

I've been driving the chase

Feel like an alien afar from space but hear the praise

So I know out there must be a home to know my place

I've been going through changes

I've been going through phases

Puttin' out real exchange for appeal

Pushin' for deals exchange for a meal

Lookin' to heal, lookin' to feel

Been stuck in my room locked in and seal

Been crazy in my fucking cocoon

As I look at the mirror, shocked 'cause I'm going surreal

I swear I can hear 'em talking to me not knowing between the fake or the real

Like shapeshifters these motherfuckers are going through stages

I feel as If I'm roaming through mazes in circles like I'm hazy

Lately been working nine to five in the daily

Put out my album plainly for y'all to see

But I feel homeless in hip hop asking for a tip

'Cause y'all only see what y'all wanna see

Maybe If my lyrics was color coded y'all wouldn't be color blind to see

Ya, one, two

So I stay mad and say here take my middle finger as a tip

I've been passionate call me an addict with my pen 'cause it's my habit

I'm rapid like a fucking machine I only spit out bars, B-Rabbit

I done had it with you rabbits, I been at it, rapping

I build the structure for this song, I'm an architect

Blueprint with the schemes, I'm an S tier project

The way I steer a wheel it's the type of shit y'all can't handle a wrecked

You all know I swallow my ego before y'all ever decide to throw the towel

Ya, uh, I'm never doubtful like metal like where the feelings at?

I'm made out of hard thick skin call it double trouble

All that chit chat y'all spew is cap

When we settle it, it's lethal

'Cause my words are so deadly so y'all better ready

'Cause the next time you wake up won't be a bed for you to see but a coffin

It's what you're going to be stallin' for

When the time ticks after I'm done with you, you ain't gonna be callin'

Since eleven I was writing and rhyming then got a sting for this rap shit like covid

I coded the lyrics saw the road that was always closed and decided to chase the gold, keyframe

Still fighting and writing, I'm nineteen and still don't know what I wanna do

Losing between the lies or the truth having to view the real or the goons

Uh, goons

Searching between what is real enough to feel

I feel like I'm suck on a field in a world full of idiots

This competition shit is addicting

I quit on the drugs but I still feel like I'm tripping

If rap is a pill then I'm ready to kill and show 'em the skill

Until I feel fulfill, with this ill in my pen, I write for the inks thrill

Not the paper thrill, only in for the thrilled, 'cause I am skilled

Adrenaline junkie buzzing through my veins ready to spill

I'm always here to beat the fear out of 'em call me kill bill

Show 'em the stories like a movie maybe for album two

I'll show 'em what I been through 'cause I'm in need of rescue

Who am I writing for?

If there is anyone listening then knock on my door

If you want a deeper ceiling keep elevating to the next floor

To see what's behind the next door

The one where I brawl is the one where I lose myself, out of love and chasing for whores

Who am I to adore? if there isn't any more buzz left in me as an emcee to the semi

I've been counting the days it's always depressing, I'm always under pressure

Hid it between all of this pleasure for music I see as treasure

But find it stupid I can only express through lines on a paper that can never be measured

All of this pain that has been built from my brain that was framed

I don't feel real to the point I don't know my own name

But try to remember where I came from

'Cause I stick to the roots like my boots on the edge of the earth, I'm always on dirt

It's fucking absurd as much effort as I put for this poetry shit

I'm never fully flattered

So no matter what I try to do, whatever I'm into or someone it's never enough

Even when I fail, I just keep on trying and maybe that's my best trait

So I hope you enjoy the album and click the next song and enjoy this clickbait, take care

Bryan Kings, out