[Intro]
Past nine, flung doors
Earphones, rain pours
[Verse 1]
Meet myself in the middle of a parking lot
Pitch black night kind of parking lot
Open doors, out the library
Books left behind; I just read to read
Stroll down streets, beats in my ear
Don't know about you, its all I need
As I slowly start rapping out of habit
U Don't Know, My Name Is, 99 Problems
I catch fire on my tongue, and I spit it out
Pedestrians pa** by, eyes on the ground
Hands move like rapper hands use to
Sense of self claimed, and it feels so good
Fit the bill of a loser - thinking
In the company of musicians
The greatest living
As you listen, I start living
[Hook]
But this is just an empty parking lot
My rain, pitch black night kinda parking lot
Meaningful connects I lack a lot
Break away, walk out, come alive
But this is just an empty parking lot
My rain, pitch black night kinda parking lot
I come alive
[Verse 2]
Hard to connect without TMI
No TLC, L.O.V.E. aside
Is why music helps me to express some
New Thought State of mind daily lesson
No nudes, yet feeling exposed
Girl looks loved-feared both the most
Supposedly because they are on top of that
Whole emotional maze social habitat
Thirty years and beginning to question that
Good for me, right? Slowly on top of that
Good s** and all the positions
100 percent sure, something is missing
Fixed positions feed algorithms
Be your bullsh**, keep what your being
Talking to myself, take my own advice
Silly thoughts shared help silly walks of life
[Hook]
But this is just an empty parking lot
My rain, pitch black night kinda parking lot
Meaningful connects I lack a lot
Break away, walk out, come alive
Whooo