imprinted poem ft. Blksknn Lyrics

Yeah, let's get it, uh, check, oh we gonna start right here, uh

Drum synths and all types of shit repeat in my head, as I start the day the sample plays

So by the time I exit the shower, the hi-hats start to stack and tower

I pull off the light and the 808s drop, park the whip, grab my headphones

The pace of the beat matches the steps of my feet, in sync like dirty dishes

The cadence of the cashier's speech meets the kick drum perfectly

Is it just me, or does every day take on its own rhythm

Raindrops, car horns, all imprinted

I like to think this is a beautiful symphony, with your environment playing the role of a musical ensemble

But luckily, we'll never know

Which means we get to pick the headphones we listen to these patterns through

Is it noise to you, or imprinted rhythms