[Verse]
What’s brackin, I’ve been on my rap thing
Copped my restricted just for fashion
Passed the test, now I’m a kid stuck in traffic
Love the mozzarella, it’s elastic
Actually I wouldn’t call it love, it’s more like attraction
Living busy, staying active, mentally and physically
I’m putting the ball in basket
Grabbing green credits and stashing them in my satchel
I’m in my bag, taking actions and every single one of them is drastic
Dreams sweep my mind, like imagine ‘cause none of y’all can relate
The only title I need is my name, the rest of them, you can have it
Ten years down the line, ICE CAP gonna be a classic
Aggressive on the track, but face to face I’m more passive
I ain’t braggin’, I’m just presenting the results of a fact-check
Ego massive, well at least in my head
Still ain’t mastered the art of being adaptive
The paths I’m taking now, I never planned it
Run the ship, I’m captain, acting like I’m Haddock, acting like a pirate
Don’t know why but puppets made outta paper bags are a fascinating contraption
My ideas are novel and I make it graphic
My personality is a mix of sensible and comical
Not exactly talkative but expansive
I got a lot of interests, but none can be called a passion
Right now I’m simply having fun hoppin’ onto the next train that’s passin’
I eat my VEG, bro I eat my potato salad
I don’t know what you see in me, but I’m sure that it’s not talent
I put in the work, the time, the effort, I put in more than ample
Whatever I do, it’s deeper than what’s seen on the surface like the mantle
I’ve learnt that you should never be too casual
You know that feeling when you expect something and it doesn’t happen
It’s like that feeling when you’re struck plumb right in front of the stumps
Those prolonged seconds that follow waiting for the umpire to put his finger up
Sometimes I just want peace, why risk my feelings tryna battle?
My thoughts and point of views are always uneven like gravel
Still don’t know which font my mind types
I hope it’s leaning towards the right way like italics
Spent too long on this beat, now I’m starting to ramble
Screw the virus, I just really wanna travel
Hop in the whip, hit the road
Got my restricted in my satchel
And no it’s not a purse, it’s a satchel
Word on my…
Ay, yeah
Sheesh
I’m in my bag
NKS
What’s brackin, I’ve been on my rap thing
Copped my restricted just for fashion
Passed the test, now I’m a kid stuck in traffic
Love the mozzarella, it’s elastic
Actually I wouldn’t call it love, it’s more like attraction
Living busy, staying active, mentally and physically
I’m putting the ball in basket
Grabbing green credits and stashing them in my satchel
I’m in my bag, taking actions and every single one of them is drastic
Dreams sweep my mind, like imagine ‘cause none of y’all can relate
The only title I need is my name, the rest of them, you can have it
Ten years down the line, ICE CAP gonna be a classic
Aggressive on the track, but face to face I’m more passive
I ain’t braggin’, I’m just presenting the results of a fact-check
Ego massive, well at least in my head
Still ain’t mastered the art of being adaptive
The paths I’m taking now, I never planned it
Run the ship, I’m captain, acting like I’m Haddock, acting like a pirate
Don’t know why but puppets made outta paper bags are a fascinating contraption
My ideas are novel and I make it graphic
My personality is a mix of sensible and comical
Not exactly talkative but expansive
I got a lot of interests, but none can be called a passion
Right now I’m simply having fun hoppin’ onto the next train that’s passin’
I eat my VEG, bro I eat my potato salad
I don’t know what you see in me, but I’m sure that it’s not talent
I put in the work, the time, the effort, I put in more than ample
Whatever I do, it’s deeper than what’s seen on the surface like the mantle
I’ve learnt that you should never be too casual
You know that feeling when you expect something and it doesn’t happen
It’s like that feeling when you’re struck plumb right in front of the stumps
Those prolonged seconds that follow waiting for the umpire to put his finger up
Sometimes I just want peace, why risk my feelings tryna battle?
My thoughts and point of views are always uneven like gravel
Still don’t know which font my mind types
I hope it’s leaning towards the right way like italics
Spent too long on this beat, now I’m starting to ramble
Screw the virus, I just really wanna travel
Hop in the whip, hit the road
Got my restricted in my satchel
And no it’s not a purse, it’s a satchel
Word on my…
Ay, yeah
Sheesh
I’m in my bag
NKS
( NKS (NZ) )
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