INTRODUCTION Verse 1 It's like you don't know what your word’s worth Half an inning then you change shirt Wearing different hats All you do is bat It's clear you're just looking for the stats What the fuck is that Watching from the stands You avoid our eyes You just take us on a goose chase around the baselines You fill us up with hope But we're feeling every strike Got the seeds but you don't plant em Spit ‘em to the side So much on your plate Scared that you might suffocate Leave us in the dust Losing trust ‘cause it's kinda fake Don't care what you bust Looking for the perfect pitch All you want are hits In your lust for the music biz Chorus 1 Fuck an introduction, let’s get into something Come on, come on, let’s get into something (x4) Chorus 2 If you’re making art you got to put in work And if you feel their art then show ‘em what it’s worth A lot of artists scared to be themselves So they try to match what they got on the shelves Everybody wants the mic but has nothing to say And there’s a lot to sift through so be careful what you play If you love your art you got to make it work And if you feel their art then show ‘em what it’s worth Verse 2 Hard to talk with you We're stuck in formality Properly ignoring casualties Killing me passively I got Something to share with you But will you spit it back at me Seen many attempts end in catastrophe So many have tried for you But few of 'em succeed Give it less than a minute And then they fall out of your scene I'd love to try and top that Push on and never drop back But it's hard when I might only get fifteen minutes of eye contact Don't lust over your attention But I hope it's me you mention Not interested in messing around Just true connection I'm sitting upset and Obsessing over text and You're seeing right through each line That I'm hoping to impress you with But hold on a minute, now I'm starting to process You'd only like this if your friends would, be honest Wrote you all these letters You don’t read 'em, that’s the hardest But if no one hears the art, is there an artist? Verse 3 So many rapping for the sport of it Same bit I’m getting bored of it You sound different Than when you were recording it Write about important shit But when it's critical, they won’t hear a syllable Ostracized if we talk about something Problem is, everything’s political No wonder artists still talking about nothing And I love boosting and battles And coast beefs and dope scenes And most beats with samples From toasting on breaks To complex and poetic Just hope you don’t think It’s heartache and athletics

DICHOTOMY Chorus If you can’t see what I can see Then you must have some faith in me Like my faith in you but you’re faking me Now I brace myself for this make believe Every time I leave, go downtown Singing to myself want ‘em to hear me real loud And they give me weird looks but I hold my ground Sometime soon they might know my sound If you can’t see what I can be Then I’ll just let it breathe Rather be your mystery And I’m stuck in the dichotomy Of I don’t need you unless you love me Either you’re evil or you’re lovely Verse 1 Good intentions pave the road to devil’s kitchens And angels are figments of our imaginations fascinations With fabrications and bad relations lead to past engagements Til I finally pull over and stop back to the basics Looking for love in all the wrong places House shows, bars, clubs, taken or wasted, ironic The synonym for inebriated The highs and lows of the matrix Searching for homeostasis I’m open, I’m incomplete Soft spoken, often listen before I speak Not broken, just missing a piece of me I’m a producer trying to fill these voids through my artistry Let it pump pump pump through my arteries I want to feel it all, that can make it hard for me But sensitivity is a strength despite what ya’ll believe I fill my art with my heart in its sleeve Verse 2 At the party scene I’m partly seen and part of me Is pardoning this problematic whack shit right in front of me All this bartering and bar tending Will probably bring disheartening But at the moment it’s feeling a bit more promising I don’t feel when I indulge I suppose that I could pose A question to these opposites With all this liquid competence Before I know what the problem is Ignoring consequence like college kids What you want to get? Yeah I’m offering Easy to crack coronas, hide behind personas But it all falls down ‘cause Jonah’s a madrona Scared to do it now I don’t know if I can control the Emptiness tomorrow in the sorrow of the sober I looked up to them wanted to be ‘em when I’m older But too many role models caught up in the supernova That’s why half the time you see this water on my coaster But if friends are here they’ll probably win me over

ETHICS Chorus I want my time spent to reflect my ethics When mine isn’t it’s internal dialectics My mind’s sick of all the matrix and metrics Hold on I need a second Verse 1 Need to organize and re-prioritize where morals lie I don't like this speed of life, it's glorified It'll sneak up on you ‘cause it's subtle and leave you horrified So far from what you love, cog in the wheel, caught up in the motions right? Lost lots in the compromise thoughts rot in the opportunity cost Immunity not possible when it comes to time I don't really like how I spend mine But don't really fight to defend my Minutes, wishing I had thirds on my seconds But first go forth and replenish Wish we would do less and we would do better Verse 2 Let me take a breath in Think about how I am living If I do less here can I do more in my other sections Shed the skin until I'm head, heart, and gut feeling Blood, sweat, tears, love, laugh, cry, lose for winning And when I'm sleep walking across campus I know the difference Nightmares feel close and dreams feel so distant Just a number of hours, it’s simple mathematics Like Mos said infamously in one of his classics I would follow suit but music is so attractive So I build my own, funny you call that distracted Verse 3 But I live by my pocket calendar Filling every hour, I wish caliber Was measured by their depth And how they were Rather than how many things I can scrape by on Feeling behind in all my obligations Feels like time wasted, make haste when I'm drowning in this ocean, going through motions Time to reflect on my motives and take control of My life and make time for what's important Instead of ignoring to meet quorum I need more of Family and friends, promises I swore 'em And this music, make these songs and finally record 'em This is what I think about when I'm booking acts and not performing This is how I feel when I'm writing essays and not writing raps It’s time that I'm not ever getting back

EUDAEMONIA Verse 1 These are the times that remind me what the realness is The kinda feeling that we had when we were little kids Time flies in the fundamental instances Now everybody all up in each other’s businesses Take me back to the times of the sentiment I just want to zone in my element And experiment to experience I’m just a kid trying to put together sentences Chorus Five steps ahead of me I breathe heavily Fly to the melody Why? It’s a necessity Life speed killing me Time to think critically So I can speak every line In the enemy’s eye To the end of me I to the S and we Try to develop the Vibe so you feel the beat High off the energy Why give me any advice When it’s every time We perpetually rise Verse 2 I get lost in the hustle and bustle The muscle of the operation without consideration of the Paradigm that I’m feeding Need to be cognizant Cog in the wheel man That’s what the problem is Wish we would do less and we would do better Sometimes I can’t even function And fuck an INTRODUCTION Let’s get into something We don’t have time to watch With our ETHICS in mind I thought that We were free spirits But we’re blinded by the light switch White kids, different experience We can turn it off So complacent Still claim that you’re not racist But turn to oppressed people for explanation The DICHOTOMY, I’m trying to be as strong as I can be And I don’t need you unless you love me Shed the skin, faith battling phobia Fight the current, swimming the oceans to EUDAEMONIA