At The Door

歌词

Waitin' for my train of thought to leave Manhattan

It's been in the tunnel, I'm tryna see the sun

Been through a lot of hard times, tryna believe in actions

But not one ever felt like time for me to run, yeah

And I'm addicted to dopamine

And hopes and dreams, and folks I've seen

But feel like I speak a different language than everyone 'round me

Word to Portuguese, yeah

They be like, “Damn, bruh's ill”

And I appreciate the kudos

Shit ain't all sweet, got to appreciate thе glucose

It's hard to stick together with your tеam, we keep the glue close

We be feelin' down in my town, you can hear us play The Blue Note

And when it's time to go, I'ma ride out

I'll be on the road, **** a hideout

Even my darkest times, wouldn't Wite-Out

Listen, this is mine now

I wish I could cry, but I ain't got nothin' to cry 'bout, homie

Shit, I just hope I die before my pride outgrow me

I'll be at the door

My life knock-knock-knock-knockin'

I feel my youth slip away, I ain't mean it to end

I'm in a land where everything gotta be a means to an end

Which you get to pick first? The means or the end?

That sequence depends, and that's a shitty diaper to be sittin' in

Givin' your life for the fight to be brighter

Than what your nights were when you believed that they could end

And yet, and still, they can't see how we different but basically same

Like stoppin' at Essex vs. Delancey, shit

The days and times of an impatient mind

As I look for now what I will later find

No bread, just a body, blood ain't made of wine

Scary images above my shoulders in this frame of mind

But I'll be okay with time