System Songtext
von Prompt

What it is?
Salmon Fly Honey Rye


It′s all about decisions
And making a living
Scraping the gunk up off the dishes
And gagging in the kitchen
Rappin and wishing
There's a pleasure in sprinting when you′re winning
Feel like you're in it
But I'm only minutes
Ahead and measuring in inches
I′m itchin′
Hungry as Michelin stars
And those who get em
Will get em
I was in a pickle and vinegar isn't bitter
I′m brittle
I know that little by little by little
Isn't little
I swear I knew that shit since I was little
But I′m always speaking it in riddles
To keeping
To fiddling with signals
Symbols
And fucking ripples
Pennies and fucking nickels
When I'm ready to be ready to fucking whistle
Like a missile
Giggle and fucking sniffle

Its like I wanna see him go so I can miss him
Its like I gotta see him blow so I can listen
Its like I′d love to be my girl
For a day
So I could understand
Why I'd fucking kiss him

Shake up my fucking system

I keep my motherfucking distance
I ain't a victim
I gotta show him the fucking ropes
What gives huh?
Now who′s the lil bitch?


I had a bout with my depression
Where I was left in the
Left lane
Restless and guessin
Messed up on--
What was left in it
Struggling to come to terms with what was stressing me
And sweating around my friends like they were testing me
My parents empty-nested
But I′m empty lest I do what's next
So spare me the empathy
I get that y′all don't get what y′all have meant to me
Y'all made me feel like I was meant to be

And mentally
I′m stronger than my long days
Hours spent on scrapped songs
At last
I'm laughing looking at my facts wrong
You try to make it last man it don't last long
And if I master it then man--
That′s my last song
Its pure magic
Tackling the task of mastering your craft
For fore and aft
To core and mask
To going to the store in the morning
To pouring gas
Knowing slow is damn fast

Man I bet they wished a man asked
For help
Or tripped him when he ran fast
I wanna be a man bad
Sometimes it feels like I am dad
Only difference is I can rap
He don′t understand that
If he knew I loved it man he'd understand that
But ′till now
I've been a coward
Empowered by negative attention
Skimping on the showers
And drinking more than I like to mention

I′d be lying if I said I didn't think
About trying to end it

And all my strife′s time-mended
And oftentimes I talk to the old me
And I commend him

Its like I wanna see him go so I can miss him
Its like I gotta see him blow so I can listen
Its like I'd love to be my girl
For a day
So I could understand
Why I'd fucking kiss him

Shake up the fucking system

Maybe chalk a couple failures up to nothing
But wisdom
Try to give em
Optimism and vision with the rhythm
Mixed with cynicism
The problems made sense when I was in em

I keep my motherfucking distance
I ain′t a victim
I gotta show him the fucking ropes
What gives—
Gives
Gives
Ropes