I'm trying not to slip
been trying not to lose footing
Loose land keeps the pressure on my kicks
but when I fall I tend to land like a ton of bricks
stand like a man made of concrete and sediment like
fuck your skin nobody needs it
there's bones, muscle, and blood
What's realer than fat and tendons?
It's raw, no soft tissue to draw your eyes to it so far flesh ain't the truest at all
lets rip into it
Were all sick of them missed shots
passed over like the last man picked no team so pissed off
that's not honesty
that's just soft curves, got your world flipped
got you makin' mixtapes for girls
and that's the skin again
lets blame the skin again
stretching itself so fluidly over these awkward
ligaments
and I didn't shave today
I prolly wont tomorrow and its safe to say I'm never gonna shed this extra (yeah)

Chorus:
So fuck it, back to the wall
crush it,
laugh at em all
hush
let em try to find the beauty in your face (yeah)
something more than a song
they hatin'? Aw, come on
dust
let em try to find the beauty in the bassline
aw, but then them words don't change
we don't sing with what will fade away
yeah, we do our own damn thing
we don't blink at what tomorrow might bring (at all)

Aw, but then them words don't change
we don't sing with what will fade away
yeah, we do our own damn thing
we don't blink at what tomorrow might bring (at all)

Verse 2
in us we trust
no rush for bucks
no sweat just enough
them words from love
no hits
I let the track stand
like how it was written is how it hit me
or road cycle kids with the grip to skid fixies
a rogue wild kid with a stroll that let it roll
like whatever
they kick that gingivitis
them rappers got the itis
catch me bumpin' Isis in a crisis
instead of watchin ya'll count and lead sheep at the same time
whats the science of that?
I know that () is sweet
but where the movement is at?
We in that coma capital
spotless home team
with hands steadily purexed
but never quite clean
bloody as hell, rarely will I care (for that)

Chorus x2
Fuck it, back to the wall
crush it,
laugh at em all
hush
let em try to find the beauty in your face (yeah)
something more than a song
they hatin'? Aw, come on
dust
let em try to find the beauty in the bassline
aw, but then them words don't change
we don't sing with what will fade away
yeah, we do our own damn thing
we don't blink at what tomorrow might bring (at all)