Kyst

My eternal clock ticking Has got a nigga tripping Stressed for a living The pressure, I can feel it The sky ain't the limit I'm breaching through the ceiling Hard to keep composure when your heart ain't even in it Tell me how you keep it Tell me how you keep it Tell me how you keep it Tell me how you keep your shit together when everything's falling apart, god My mind been running in circles constantly It's got to be the opposite of positive velocity My head still in the clouds Looking at stars, that's astronomy While pondering powerful possibilities and beautiful soliloquies The characteristic traits of the greats Save me a place and a plate, and I'll say grace while you save face You copping out, like copping pleas, appeased by your saving grace These niggas talking beef but never speak when we raise the stakes Cease to bring the heat and keep it moving like roller skates Protected 'bout as well as JFK in the motorcade I cascade over the grass knoll by a flagpole Aimed at a moving target, hit or miss, at least I shot my shot, uh My eternal clock ticking Has got a nigga tripping Stressed for a living The pressure, I can feel it The sky ain't the limit I'm breaching through the ceiling Hard to keep composure when your heart ain't even in it Tell me how you keep it Tell me how you keep it Tell me how you keep it Tell me how you keep your shit together when everything's falling apart, god If it ain't one thing, it's always something ain't it? They gon' complain about the picture, irregardless of who painted it The color composition and the hue becomes irrelevant Could make a masterpiece but they gon' point out the flaws Applaud that it's off, and tell you how to do your job Critics and heretics are one and the same, they hypocrites People love giving opinions assuming you give a shit I tune it out, I'm not attentive, no I wasn't listening Thinking you could do it better well go 'head and do it then Watch you fail, come back and tell me how that feel These niggas blind to the signs, yeah they might need braille And the gon' fold under the pressure, that ain't hard to tell, nah My eternal clock ticking Has got a nigga tripping Stressed for a living The pressure, I can feel it The sky ain't the limit I'm breaching through the ceiling Hard to keep composure when your heart ain't even in it Tell me how you keep it Tell me how you keep it Tell me how you keep it Tell me how you keep your shit together when everything's falling apart, god --- Kyst - K.A.A.N.