[Verse 1: Shwabadi] Wish I could say I've been gone for a sec but I haven't I've barely been out of the house Now the crowds have been forcing my habit I'm chasing a dream on a feeling, I'm famished Came face-to-face with the green, now I fiend for it Bunny, I'm buggin for karats Don't even ken what I need, I just bend to the breeze Got no vision for children or marriage I got no vision at all, imprisoned in walls That I laid down brick by brick Used to whip my stick shift, built my bridges Working the nights, living shift by shift Never thought I'd have a whip like this, pad like that Own bit of home where I hang my hat Haters will lie on my name Putting shade on my face like a baseball cap Got the military backdrop, one knife at the bedside One in the bag with my laptop Keep two blades in the stu for the paranoia I don’t wanna catch a round like a backstop I could hear a mac pop Sound of the street, blood pounding in ears of the flash mob Wonder why I'm staying inside, making payment online Bro, I’ve basically hit me the jackpot [Hook: Shwabadi] Wish I could say I've been gone for a sec I would be lying How can I keep up the pace that I’ve set for myself Get back on the grind You gonna burn out someday if you don’t take a break I’m crossing the line Wish I could say I’ve been gone for a sec But I don’t have the time [Verse 2: yayu] Too much money in the world and not enough good conscience Plenty of them amateurs cook nonsense Heavier banner to push concepts Everything planned to fail, deliberate obsolescence We were wrong as hell just cuz we want the heavens Hatefuckin the universe raw Losin control, she got me in her jaws I'm feelin as awful as usual, crock of the crucible Water is useful to hold Quit pouring it on and resuture the holes Muhfuckers not even users of poles Really know people in streets who be trauma dumping Good to eat at police, no haram or judging Need a dollar from it, I been on a budget Shit is all for one until its all for nothing I dont want enough, I'm way spent Tryna make it make sense til it make cents Rappin just to pay rent made me hate rent Cuz I still love rap, but it is a fake friend I'mma need real topic, you want me to rap for real Then I'll be on it I'll have it packed and sealed before tomorrow Love when a package earlier than promised Smokin a stack, concealing all the sorrow [Verse 3: Ham Sandwich] Broke my wrist in the oppression olympics And they added that shit to my stats sheet All of these niggas is athletes when they sitting in the backseat Back streets flooded with broken dreams toting beams Clutching triggers thinking that's what coping means Hoping he ain't sold his soul, or so to speak It's so demeaning, so defeating, so to be Even but a shadow of his own potential, wait Too much shit on my mental, wait Amber alert, I heard they shit the bed and disappeared Who the victim is it isn't crystal clear Shit just isn't here I'm pushing boulders till a Sisyphus appears Getting older gave a nigga different fears Used to thinking if he is or isn't [REDACTED] Van Gogh lent me his missing ear And told me listen here, shit is getting weird In this hemisphere Try defend for your rights or fend for a Light to get sorta fried the bed pole is right The next quarter might could end your demise Is best for the likes of dead soles Align the headstones and find the fed zone Just do the deed, don't ask why I said so It's Ham, Shwab, Yayu, and Oddwin The greatest collab since knives and bread loaves The mic I bless for a night, the temple the mind The tempo, define the mental, of course I'mma talk my shit Put it all to the pad, but it might not click And it might not hit, but I'm Jaden in the making, let a icon live I been writing too long, I had to ice my wrist [Hook: Shwabadi] Wish I could say I've been gone for a sec I would be lying How can I keep up the pace that I’ve set for myself Get back on the grind You gonna burn out someday if you don’t take a break I’m crossing the line Wish I could say I’ve been gone for a sec But I don’t have the time

How you feeling How things been [Hook: Shwabadi] It ain't good or bad I ain't feeling either way If they run up on me when I'm like this I might die today Huh, huh, yeah I might die today If it makes it easier I'd prolly throw my life away It ain't good or bad I ain't feeling either way If they run up on me when I'm like this I might die today Huh, huh, yeah I might die today If it makes it easier I'd prolly throw my life away [Verse 1: Shwabadi] It ain't good or bad I ain't happy, but I'm never fucking sad Check the luck I've had Selling merch out of a duffle bag Spent a couple racks and brought a dozen back Why my bucket list feel like bucket tasks Can't get comfy, had to up and dash See I thought I made it but the bubble crashed Though my mental better if my momma asks If my cousins asks, tell them I'mma go viral Mind makes me dip in and out of that spiral Diagnosis, I'm not suicidal But I gotta start taking better care of my vitals Don't matter who sidles or saddles They're riders, they sit while I paddle My mind may be addled The caffeine ain't hitting The fit that I got on me liquid, I'm dripping I'm Scotty, no Pippen I mean that I'm beaming I got all this cheddar of course I've been cheesing The public gon see what I want them to see Why the fuck you think I've hardly been streaming The comments demeaning, I thought I had thick skin Free engagement, right? Win win Not designed for this shit Thinking how long to wait before it kicks in? [Hook: Shwabadi] It ain't good or bad I ain't feeling either way If they run up on me when I'm like this I might die today Huh, huh, yeah I might die today If it makes it easier I'd prolly throw my life away It ain't good or bad I ain't feeling either way If they run up on me when I'm like this I might die today Huh, huh, yeah I might die today If it makes it easier I'd prolly throw my life away [Verse 2: JHBBOSS] I done went through the shifts that my life had brought and I came down once All of these milestones that I brought home and still feel like none Been made green, I ain't worried about funds Fakes stayed in the past and at last I won Stayed on my old town road like Nas Know the world been ours you cant tell me nun Couldn't compete in the race that I ran And the hurdles im jumping cant even get up wit it Follow the blues what I did for the plan While I pray to the man bout theis pain that I'm stomaching Suffering wondering when winning starts But I kept up the pace wit despair my heart More than happy I played all my parts Now I'm cast in the scenes as the best wit the arts I'm like Yuta you know I'm chosen Working hard wit a heart that stay frozen Cold below zero, still I had motion Breaking bad in the lab I made potions Hardest workin wit all devotion Took all the shots when I was wide open I see the vision and folks steady hating like I didn't notice Now I'm way too far Did what I did and I played my part Gave my soul and I gave my heart Now I got gold fangs in the mouth like Mark Hands up if you played yo part through the good and bad and you made your mark Hands up if you played yo part through the good and bad and you made your mark

[Hook: Shwabadi] Maybe I love too easily Or maybe I'm too easy to love Cus I let my guard down I don't know at all when enough is enough Is it love? This time It ain't love [Verse 1: Shwabadi] Yeah Maybe I love too easily Eager to please Peel off a piece of me Piece of the pie Me on your mind frequently Me over mine, selfish as I need to be Take me inside Breathing these sighs that defy secrecy Helpless and blind Turn off the lights Sharpen my senses Fill the dark with your sounds Driving me senseless Don't need my eyes When I'm mapping lines like a census Sentimental forever Your scent had set me defenceless First time, and I didn't know better Mutual desperation was never the grounds for settling down Left him and found medicine Head in the clouds Temporary and praying it would get better from now First guy I loved, he was only the start First girl I thought I loved, first to have broken my heart Second time for both was too fast, I chose to depart Third girl, well, I'd never really known from the start Huh [Hook: Shwabadi] Maybe I love too easily Or maybe I'm too easy to love Cus I let my guard down I don't know at all when enough is enough Is it love? This time It ain't love Oh love [Verse 2: Freeced] Would you like to date a young gay Freeced? I don't have a diagnosis on that ADHD Promise, I don't feel entitled to the praise I receive And I'll make believe I think that it's ok to be hateful to me Cuz I'll be complicated, you're almost embarrassed at first So accommodating when I'm novel and scared to be heard You know so many therapy words Not so many "you'll be there for me" words But when do you abandon hope? Is it fair to ask the question when it's so depressing in a can of cope? Do you help em measure out the span of rope And do you let the poison blind you every day just cuz they have the antidote? You used to keep each other up at night and you still do But only in the silence when the sight of em kills you In your mind's eye it's just the way it always was Everything was fine, aw just trust, rosy eyes, nah it's all because [Bridge: Shwabadi & Freeced] (Maybe I) Maybe I love too easily Maybe I'm too easy to love (Maybe I'm too easy to love) Yes it's true I'm no good at my one lifespan Enough is enough is enough Fizzing up is enough [Hook: Shwabadi] Maybe I love too easily Or maybe I'm too easy to love Cus I let my guard down I don't know at all when enough is enough Is it love? This time It ain't love Oh love

Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) [Hook] Hello, Mark Push up, push up, push up Push up, push up, push up Push that weight off your chest Hello, Mark Push up, push up, push up Push up, push up, push up [Verse] Push up that weight, then get on my level If he made a deal with the rest of them fuckers Then he made a deal with the devil Let's get this settled Hellfire dance on my bezel Seventh circle my wristwatch Heaven sent and I could send 'em to heaven Cus brody is getting me pissed off Push up, lift off Big weight, big boss Pen's out, lids off Mic's on, shit talk Huh, see my pen and my pad ain't on great terms If it's ass out then I'm face first And she cum quick like a paid verse I'm a dog (woof) Every song I show my work like a test question Your mistake is my next lesson I take failures and bench press em If you rule, I'm the exception They sleep on me, I'm best western You too rooted, I'm ent stepping I work time that you spent flexing I invest in my expenses 2 jobs for my first mic 2nd hand for my interface And I swear that shit never worked right Always studying late hours Then back to teaching at first light Now Versailles for the business trip Cus they fuck with Shwabadi worldwide I'm blowing up intercontinental Like hotel chains or American bombs And the politics are essential Voting the same, then I bet we get on Vote with my heart, only the start Hoping to claim no regrets when we're gone Fairweather fans and a handful of friends I bet they won't get to the end of the song Too many chasing the radio plays Ain't that shit great? Contest to sell out the craziest stage Never gon chart, but I'm making a wave Too many scared of embarrassment Hiding their smile, think they're saving some face None of that matters when facing the grave Just don't wanna worry if payment is late [Hook] Hello, Mark Push up, push up, push up Push up, push up, push up Push that weight off your chest Hello, Mark Push up, push up, push up Push up, push up, push up

Every day feels like a trial just to prove that I still do this Though my money movement fluid the motion reminiscent of moving through sewage Foolish pursuits to be grouped with the coolest Actions loud, I'm brutish and stupid Usually truant But I'm here now, higher powers none the wiser Eyeing up the competition, lying that their song is fire Rappers like to talk bout killing, dying if you're not a fighter Violence is not advised but Zionists are colonisers Radical ideas require actual change Preach if you practise the same Delete the actors and fakes Feel like I'm Alfred the Great, unify my people Underestimate my reach, but I'm like Shaq in the paint I'm back in the game All I ask is the bare minimum Love the perks of being a tortoise, till hares win again People I call friends throw fits just for fair diligence Anytime y'all don't piss me off, it's a rare win for them Turning hella puns into punchlines Hungry rapper, it's run and gun for the lunch line I don't write short songs, baby, they're fun-sized Can't remember a weekend it wasn't crunch time Tripping on their own damn words, they looking tongue tied I ain't got a thing to prove, I just stack my funds high Unless you're making this music how could you judge mine? Badi makes an impact on big stages and young lives And I dunno, I don't think I need to do anything crazy I think that's enough