The Catch-Up Lyrics

No this was supposed to be a hype track

Some sort of confidence-booster but I ain't like that

Cause really I'm more sad that I know

Richelle says I'm somber when I'm trying not to let it show

But of course it always grows the more I keep it in

Whispers in my ear, "it's cause you're not free of your sin"

No these tattoos of my future are just brands of my past

I'm sittin' crying on a carousel, how long will this last, yeah

Cause I got a lot of ground to make up

I'm late to the game, and all the legends ain't gon' wait up

I gotta work for every dollar, every cent that I get

I really hope it's worth every single night that I've spent

Tossing in my bed wondering if I'm made for music

I dropped out of college just so I could pursue this

But it's sad, cause I've only made five songs this year

It's like I'm stalled on the road, and I can't kick it in gear, yeah

And so I'm always behind

Cause it was only six years ago I started writing rhymes

But it was all just CHH until my junior year

And honestly, it's stupid, but it kinda makes me fear

That if I get into the room, that no one's gonna respect me

Cause if I don't know the references, they might just reject me

Or worse, the might ignore and neglect me

So I got a lot of work to do to make sure they accept me

Now I gotta play catch up, like it's "Go K-Z"

Cause I wanna get a leg up, but I'm so lazy

I been so confused lately, I been trapped inside this echo chamber

I been going crazy

Nah let the pen speak

Tryna get to a place where homies wanna send beats

Tryna figure out how I'mma get up the ending

Cause when it's time to support ionkno where my friends be

Yeah

So maybe we ain't friendly

No shout out to the lineage, them ladies be deadly

I'm working on not falling into what has been tempting

I'm working to get my weight up so I that end the renting

Cause I don't got time to worry about payin' up

Man I'm working double time just to be saving up

Yeah mycircle is small cause I don't want nobody playing us

But put this in your playlist cause y'all should be playing us

Yeah

No it ain't vague, it's ambiguous

And if you don't the difference, then don't sit with us

No, he ain't even go here, his rappin' is so weird

Making fake deep music for kids crying faux tears

Sorry I didn't wanna waste away four years

My mind's a room with fours walls of head-to-toe mirrors

Not to mention the ceiling, it's hard to say that it's appealing

I still don't know the differences between biting and stealing

I still don't know the differences between thinking and feeling

But I'm on the freeway to recovery and healing

Hard to understand the cards when you don't know been who's dealing

So I'm hoping it won't be a Queen-of-Spades-type revealing

No shout out to the Cabana, the ones north of Atlanta

I'm tired of Indiana, I wanna know what the plan is

I wondering if I'll panic, if I'mma wanna abandon

The ship like it's the Titanic, and ditch all of my companions

Not that I got many, acquaintances I got plenty

I'm hoping that God'll send me somebody to compliment me

Like two halves of a whole

Like Yue's passion and pull

The moon catches my soul

I move fast and then slow

Ten days to catch a wave, it's high tide

It's high time for me to lose my mind

Or at least step outside of it

Try not to be counterfeit

But find where the balance is

Between pride and cowardice

Yeah

Feels like I'm always six months behind

I hope that I can catch up before I die

Yeah I hope that I can catch up before I die

Hush