Myndstate - Real Talk lyrics

Yeh it's Myndstate [Verse 1] Maybe they just don't understand this my new view point Damn i've been talking birds eye on a new joint Man i should've listened harder Stakes rising like bubbles in lager My hand shaking like rubble in lava Ask Stan that's the trouble with this saga So tell me something positive Coz life's feeling like it's got a lot to give Show me a bit of movement, I still be Something about records left me OCD Out-perfect perfection, see we on this CD Repeat, set free, i'm ET, lost phone, where's home See me, CV [Verse 2] Man think about it, it's deeper than rap Trying to be on point like a pin on a map Trying to be the sh**, i still cut the crap Road is rocky ASAP, so apology for the lateness My faith is blind and i'm chasing my status Wait till the greatest point to demonstrate it You ballooned and deflated I'll eat through the middle of hated, come up in HD like the clearest created And i've been out of place fam Making some room like a vacuum in outer space and You know i won't regret it As you're the one who said it, why should god take all the credit I just wised up Symbolised my life in riddles, I'm tied up This sh** got me wired high, so why'd I with wide eyes Throw it back like twitter on Thursdays It's learning to walk like this booth is my birthplace Gotta take a second to see it in first place Coz i'm trying to cook myself some dinner But i'm looking like a chef to these guys getting thinner So i'm questioning a lot man Waiting on tables trying to get them to turn and Damn that's a fact and all of you act with it I wanna amount to something don't just slack with it With these pro's promising poetic justice Honouring the mic, the content i already sussed it But f** it though, everyone ask why i love it so It's bittersweet, i'm police on a k**er beat Like it's more than nothing on a better feat Backseat drivers thinking they're in a better seat So who's the bad guy, rolling like a mad eye See this from a bird's eye, need more than hope i don't lie No joke or anecdote, my knees are weak and my palms are sweaty All this carb loading i string words like a spaghetti Trying not to choke in this world with its hand round my throat Sweet rhymes, sugarcoat, what goes around comes around Headphones in keep your ear to the ground