Toke Wright - Floitry

Jump inside my mind and you will find that I just overthink
Often I rewind what's left behind and hold it close to me
Knowing that I die every time or at least on the brink
This is not a rhyme, it's my life of flowing poetry
Jump inside my mind and you will find that I just overthink
Often I rewind what's left behind and hold it close to me
Knowing that I die every time or at least on the brink
This is not a rhyme, it's my life of flowing poetry
I put my life up in this music, sometimes I feel I lost myself
Could look into a mirror, though I know it doesn't help
He's crying from confusion, I try to wish him well
Stuck in a glass house, still the music doesn't sell
Heart on his sleeve, but they don't see it beating
Revealing pains of the past, the people start retreating
Reflection shatters with sharp cuts, a jagged edge about to jump
To conclusions, hanging off a ledge, held on by a thread
Was it something he said
The music is like medicine put into the head
But there's a such thing as overdosing on the poetry
Hoping there's a notion to bring hope in, so I sing
Jump inside my mind and you will find that I just overthink
Often I rewind what's left behind and hold it close to me
Knowing that I die every time or at least on the brink
This is not a rhyme, it's my life of flowing poetry
Jump inside my mind and you will find that I just overthink
Often I rewind what's left behind and hold it close to me
Knowing that I die every time or at least on the brink
This is not a rhyme, it's my life of flowing poetry
Look, I don't want them thinking I'm a crook
I don't make music by the book
I write what I feel and emotions come over me
Hopelessly overthink everything
Do every single thing that I could
To make everyone's life good
But they get the best of me, effortlessly
And I'm destined to write all my mess on a sheet
Until my head is depressed and upset with defeat
Never to be the success that I see, I press play to the beat
And I say what I think but it ain't what I need
What I need is to be a lead that's elite
And reap from the seed that I sow
Sit back and let it all grow
Water the past with the flow
But sometimes I grow impatient and complacent
Complaining of my position, my whereabouts and writtens
I need the Son to grow or I know I'll fold and die
Submerging of the water, yeah with the flow I try

Written by:
Matthew Wright

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