Alphabet Soup ft. Nate Kiz Lyrics

I spent my youth trying to get to the moon, the balloon is my pen and the anchor is truth

I spent my youth writing alphabet soup, the liquid is the flow and the mic is the spoon

Man, these bars too crowded, like too many words, not enough pauses between them

I ain't trying to be the loudest

It's not worth the hurt nor the cost of my feelings

My pen fused to my hands, I sense the room when I dance

And the tune like a cane to hold me up when I cramp.

And the views like a bruise and the screws loosen if I try to advance

Any move I make is worse than the last. In other words, the words are driving me crazy

Less score keeping, more Scorcese. Take my time when I direct my thoughts into a piece

Cause every beat deserves its place, that's why they pause it when I speak

Used to want to rock a sold out show

Lately trying to play one for 20 people max

Back then I'd rather burn quick than go out slow

What's left of you when your dream collapse?

And my need for validation was a crutch.

Rapped for popularity, energy was carried by the drugs

Words that's meant for therapy became the verses that they loved

And now I feel like anything I write is out of touch

Cause what I need to be me is out of reach

Everything that hold me up is also causing me to bleed

I see the fork in the road, it's dark down both streets

I spent my youth trying to get to the moon. The balloon is my pen and the anchor is truth

I spent my youth writing alphabet soup. The liquid is the flow and the mic is the spoon

I spent my youth trying to get to the moon. The balloon is my pen and the anchor is truth

I spent my youth writing alphabet soup. The liquid is the flow and the mic is the spoon

It's on the tip of my tongue, still at the edge of the world

They don't care what you brought, they only care what you serve

They never hear all the hurt, they just here to observe

They want something that knocks, but also do not disturb

I see the signs, I need the time to redefine my needs

I climb the steps and realign the planets every time I speak

Assess the damage, carry all that I can manage.

But the manic in me still put me at a disadvantage

I see symbolism in between the symbols rhythm

And the simple written's

Help me stifle any criticism

My visions stay adjacent to the composition

Speaking from the heart really ain't that common, is it

Compliment the ones and twos, I wish there was some commas with it

Everything I'm doing ain't dependent on it though

Every time I'm digging deep, my subconscious slipping hidden messages into everything I wrote

I spend my youth trying to get to the moon. The balloon is my pen and the anchor is truth

I spend my youth writing alphabet soup. The liquid is the flow and the mic is the spoon

I spend my youth trying to get to the moon. The balloon is my pen and the anchor is truth

I spend my youth writing alphabet soup. The liquid is the flow and the mic is the spoon

I spend my youth writing alphabet soup. The liquid is the flow and the mic is the spoon