Distinct - Caution (Prod. HXDY)
An experimental song. Recorded with a phone.
Lyrics:
Verse 1:
Wake up, wipe the crust out my eyelids
Hit with the morning blues, uninvited
Life is like a loose lace, you gotta tie it
I mean, if the shoe fits wear it
And after all I’ve been through, you’d think I’d have an impairment
I’m rappin to your parents, and all my shit is transparent
Like Harry Potter with the cloak on
This is motivation for the food that you chokin on
This shit pops so hard it’s like a broken bond
And that’s the same reason that I wrote this song
It’s ironic that drugs can save my life and almost end it
I used to have some money, but fuck, I spent it
My heartbeat been hitting turbulence, the only thing that slows it down is when I work with this
The sermon is, it’s not guaranteed til it’s determined his
Hook:
I’ve been on my shit just about every day
Got my palms to the walls to push the pain away
I’ve been wishin that this rain would come another day
Verse 2:
Slurp on this, I’m startin this
From heart to fist, department is
The drummer of the cartilages
I’m sparkin it, who’s part it is?
The mark of Nick, the intro of a star in this
The par is set, hole in ones are all I get
This shot is wet, lookin like a Villanova final four
You can’t ignore, my hands are sore
I make atoms rock when I hit the floor
What is talent? What if I can find balance without always checking the scales
This is life and nothing’s entailed
And after all the smoke I’ve inhaled, I got more fat up in here
It’s fillin in, my skeleton, I’m a specimen from my soul within
Been distant, the home inside my head is dilapidated
Every time I lay the mortar, my head’s decapitated
Verse 3: (altered outro)
Are we even away from hell up here? Stuck in the middle, where the shadows appear, something so simple can turn the color to fear
Imprisoned souls walking with hid faces, connections left vacant in all of these places, stooped in the day shift; spirits locked in different phases
Waiting until it’s too late to find the truth, stuck reminiscing on youth, and regretting never biting the fruit; but maybe that’s a lot to assume
A shattered lens can’t capture a clear view, that’s near to needing something to adhere to, like trying to fly without wings, you can’t steer true
Let the rivers flood with questions unanswered, a society tampered in a different standard, wrapped in plaster, hammered
The comfort behind the curtain, sufficient with all that’s certain, no surgeons in this version; tricked into believing happiness is suburban