Yeah, Yeah, Yeah (Yeah, I-I like it when you just listen more, like, I just wanna let go)
Today, I'm listening to Macy Gray
And Billy Holiday
Miles Davis and John Coltrane
Tryna reminisce on the days I would take a train to my father's place
A few panic attacks away
Life is a circle, and I used to run it
Been 'round it enough to light it then smoke it up
Got me coughing, 'cause I don't do this shit a lot
These clothes are old, but my trainers the latest drop
Schmitt, Lenin on my bedside, and Malcolm X
Ewan just sent me The Alchemist, that's next
My girl's here quite often these days
That's a new picture for a frame
While the frame gets bigger then smaller
That's my little brother in the corner
He don't look like me, but he's like me
Says a lot about the World if you ask me
I'd give him the World if he asked me
In this black and white work, he doesn't read into colours
In his colouring book, they all complement each other
I learn more from him than from anyone else
Not to question the World but let it question me
We should all try and listen to the simplest minds
For more times, they see more than we do
Blinded by the lies, that are designed to deceive you
I want to meditate and reason with evil
Heard you're forcing a reason for why we're not talking
But that's not the truth
Some things are better let go and better unsaid
I'll shake your hand and wish you the best
I'm waking up to a sunset
And fall asleep to a drunk text
"I'm proud of you" is what my Mum said
"I love you" is what my Dad said
Yo, those are the words I need
They feel like a breeze
They let your Son breathe
Yeah
Feel the gas from the stove
Hear the cars fill the roads
Finally alone
Step out of your clone
Throw it in the washing machine and watch it go
It'll be dry by tomorrow, my bro
An old space
My suitcase in the middle
These four walls tell you how well they listen
Window that talked to me and taught me things
It ain't much, but it's everything
There's an art to honesty
Let truth slide off either side before it gets on top of me
Truth is all of this shit's beyond my control
Until I start giving it thought and let it go
Men have tried to pierce this question we're in
Only sadness has shown 'em where a next World begins
So I stop asking questions and let life ask em
Fall back as these walls begin to darken
Good morning
It's beautiful this morning
Sun shines through the window I left open
Travels up these walls that got to know me
I'll answer all the questions that you show me
I leant on you
'Til you were bruised too
That's why I shoulda never let those other walls go
Leant on you
'Til you shrugged me off
It's why I shoulda never let those other walls go
I grew up so well with my Mother
I woulda never had it any other
I'm still laid here reminiscing
Me, holding your forced, hand that forced all the difference
I miss your cooking
I miss just chillin'
Talk feelings
In our house, we had no ceilings
Just gimme the time and the place
And we'll recreate it
Today, we got to talking 'bout philosophy
And the human passion for action
The desire to take one step forwards
Despite inevitably taking two steps backwards
We're too deep to know which way the waves go
As your words ring around my head like a halo
Pull up to the station
Asking when you'll see me again
I said, "You'll always be my best friend"
Feel the gas from the stove
Hear the cars fill the roads
Finally alone
Step out of your clone
Throw it in the washing machine and let it go
It'll be dry in an hour or so
A new space
My suitcase in the middle
These four walls wonder how well they'll listen
Window that will talk to me and teach me things
It ain't much but it's everything
Amen