J. Brewster - Isolation vs. Insulation

Yea you can say that I'm in a mood
I'm in a room with the lights dimmed low
In a groove, thinking back when I was in middle school
Getting ridiculed feeling pitiful
You can say
That life's been slow
I mean wrapped around this tentacle of the obligation of reaching my pinnacle
Which I thought was critical
It was minuscule
Slice Kimbo meaning these punches were meant for the camera phones of the backyard
Hoping these YouTube users upload a snapshot of these stacked cards
Act hard in public no tears I'm a grown man
That's ridiculous
Put yo dunce cap on in the corner go stand
You have the right to remain silent
Imma need both hands
In plain sight those islands of gold sand remain quite
Lovely to eyes but the pride of life is such a distraction
To will of God
Yea I'm like really God I'm not getting any younger
I'm trying really hard to reach your standard
But I'm really far like ceiling art
Painted pictures hoping you look up dictionary rhyme scheme
Scoping out this book love sometimes I wanna be alone
And if you read between the lines you can see a clone
Blown way outta proportion enforcements
Of my deepest hearts desire requires endorsements
Of the one who endured torn skin
Bore sin in attempt to redeem us free us
JESUS help me cuz I'm out why they trying so hard to deceive us
Not falling for the okidoke and our only hope will slowly float
Down the river of second chances
On the banks of double decker mansions that need second glances
But whose the champion
This life's but a vapor and I don't intend to spend it enslaved where's my 40 acres
Morning sickness this is more than labor
I'm trying to birth out these ideas my eyes clear no Visine
I fear no size king could supply he's my i-v
If God be for us then who can be against
I admit I was AWOL but I'm bout to reenlist
Readjust my priorities and reattempt
To resume my authority no need to reinvent the wheel moves forward He
Fondly grabbed my attention the cost will show
You can say I'm all ears like I'm Ross Perot
Lord forgive me Lord forgive them nights I was wilding out
Treat your grace so silly
But can I show the real me
The one whose filthy
The one who loves to thrill seek
Hedonistic, intrinsic yea the pill freak
Naw not really if I could numb the pain you bet I tried
Like Novocain
These bed of lies
Heart set to dwell in paradise
Feel like I'm rolling a pair of dice
These camera lights are lit up and oh so bright
Is that red light on recording all that's important
Mourning the thought of my bothers who not freeman like Morgan
So take these similes set to exquisite strings of symphonies
My soliloquies of hopeless needs are mere sounds
On the broken keys of this baby grand
Cool like an ocean breeze blowing like bubbles out a babies hand
Don't believe the lies but instead read between the lines uh uh
Yea imma write till I ain't got ink left
Sit here in a dark room pondering trying reflect
Some goals that I ain't reach yet
And memories that I've repressed
Some regrets that I have regressed my forward progress reset
It's getting harder trying to keep my head above water
Though it started with my feet wet
My needs met, but I need rest
Memory weary without no defense
I feel like each step and each breath
Remind me of the weakness of this pink flesh
This depression cloud yea keep hovering
And can't nobody see that I'm suffering
I know it's the blood I'm covered in
But I'm stuck on pause like I'm buffering
Ain't got nobody to talk to tired of wearing this costume
This superhero cape needs a break before I get consumed
And what am I triggered by
These pot holes got me tripping why (Why)
I always had a pot to piss in but my attention lie
In stuff I can't have and I can't laugh without both hands covering up both eyes
Cuz inside I got no chance
But that ain't really true is it uh yea, uh huh
Hacheeeaaaaaa
Isolation versus insulation
Only difference is n-u
Thank God for grace and
Isolation versus insulation
Only difference is n-u
Thank God for grace and

Written by:
Jonathan Brewster

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