SLM (Street League Music) - Session023

How can I put this carefully, without acting like I don't care for me?
Been a year since I booked therapy
I'm still here though I took care of me

I wish there could be more to the parts of life I really want, but barely need

I'm at the entrance still, right in front
I feel too scared to read the signs
Worried I'll step wrong and blow some minds

No hurry
It's taking long like waiting lines

How's your life
I'm trying not hating mine
It's taking time

I see red lights, brake lights of some kind
I should stop here
I think I might

I've been awake, feel like I'm needing to take a rest
like a player for the national association
Because when doing your best it takes some time, come back later, like please be patient

But don't be fucking complacent
There's a million of you
At least

At the rate that gods making these producers we'll have enough beats
For when the world gets to shaking
Oh
When everything ends I hope a moment is taken to acknowledge the time I spend bending but not breaking

If this is sending the wrong message, just ask about why I'm making
I think aloud while I think about life's changing

I'm seeking out Something Like Meditation
If it Sounds Like Madness, turn up that station
Secret Laptop Music, what a bold statement
Still Learning Myself
Through what I've sold as entertainment
And dammit if this helps
But I think I'd still like a form of payment

I'm solid and grounded like some form of pavement
Whatchu call it?
I found it, it was in the basement
I was digging so long, I forgot the placement
But here it is, an understatement:
I'm a unique product, bottled in containment
A role model for how to conduct a manic orchestra to your amazement

I could just give out the formula watch them panic
But really I just wanna walk you through it til you can't stand it
I've been all over the place
Yeah just like I planned it

Written by:
Jordan Shelton

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