Tristan Grant - Marble Mind lyrics
[Verse 1] I guess my 15 is up Y'all people've had enough Some people said I was nothing Others were acting up Nessie's got her lock on and I wanna duck Heat seeking missile I've become corrupt Wish i gave a f** about the words you rehearse That's the thing I'm the worst I ignore my own words Always felt like a Martian in the world A visitor, misplaced inquisitor Off-White, Red Skin, Blue blood True thug or, a kid who just wanted to be seen Sinking my teeth in the next best thing Acting all tough like what does it mean Flows change from spring to fall Eradicate an original thought So afraid of being myself Do I chant, sing or dance my ancestral wealth [Hook] Just a chip off my marble mind Everyday pretending to be fine Take the time to find rhymes For style arrives blind I'm feeling like I'm one of a kind Just a chip off my marble mind For the peace i can't combine Take the time to find rhymes For style arrives blind I've never been one of a kind [Verse 2] Now I got my ex's facing depression Talking to the mirror it's making me restless How I'm moving on, cleaning up my messes While she down low, I left her wish less A strong girl but she don't know it Asking bout college what she do for diplomas She just learned how to make ends meet cause Music ain't sh** and a girl's gotta eat We all crash down Why am I in the biz if I can't touchdown I'm on the floor all alone in a dirty coat Loving my life is a but rollercoast Mood swings like Mayweather In the jaw It's gla** and it ain't strong I've only just learned how to be In a right hand world with two left feet [Hook] Just a chip off my marble mind Everyday pretending to be fine Take the time to find rhymes For style arrives blind I'm feeling like I'm one of a kind Just a chip off my marble mind For the peace i can't combine Take the time to find rhymes For style arrives blind I've never been one of a kind [Verse 3] I'm a monotone psychopath A sheep skipping through Alcatraz And the hall's so full I'm trippin' on bulls And they tugging at my leg tryna get a good pull What's a fear to attaining 6 figures Grand visions in a polaroid picture Old school I was trained by the old fools I had doubts, jousts in the whirlpool And my legs feel weak Gaining this weight cause me and dad don't speak I'm shaving all alone in my apartment Partly out of spite I lose the grip on my harness Art is, the last strap holding onto me Time to bust the fear and set myself free Bars criminal service is subliminal Been a bull internally but pa**ive in reality [Outro] You don't know where the f** I've been You don't know what the f** I've seen Call you out imma call your team Learned a lot from missing things like