Bryar Gengler - To Bryar, From Me

Remember the wins
Remember the loss
I weather the storm
No matter the cost
It's matters to me
Cuz I gotta breathe
If I need some help
I'm making the call
All of my family
All of my dawgs
None of em perfect
Meant to be flawed
I pray to myself
And all of the gods
I never get even
What are the odds
And fuck the applause
I'm right where I need to be
I'm fine, tuning my frequency
Treating everyone equally
Loving my life so recently
Writing these bars so easily
Celebrating with no decency
I'm loving the way that she pleasing me
Cuz I ain't no perfect person
But I envision a perfect version
Wonder some times why I be hurting
Judging myself, the heaviest burden
What are these urges, beautiful curses
Holding it down, I'm building my courage
Why do I feel my souls in a hurry
Need to slow down, develop and flourish
None of its urgent
Cuz everything that I've done up to this point been for a reason
And I might not know the answers but I sway way to the feeling of
Warm memories, love tendencies, working through all the seasons
Bout to hit my peak like I'm leaning, ooh
My mind, running in circles
Protecting my back from future and past
Hard shell like a turtle
My mental health need a better self
Got me jumping over every hurtle
I hope you don't mind these verses of mine
Are honestly just a journal
Of everything that I'm feeling plus a few things I manifest
If I speak it into existence I know damn well that I am the best
Tapped in with access to my subconscious alkahest
Had to dissolve just evolve to a higher plane check the manifest
Don't let it go over your head
Like a clip of fruit that's a pear a shoot
Might skydive, hit a high-five
Tend to my health like theraflu
Depending on all my attachments like where were you, hmm
Gotta let go of these outlets so my future self don't electrocute
I wanna bad one that's extra cute
Kill it every time that's an execute
Wanna look good standing next to you
Wanna be the one that's best for you
Nothing less for you
I should be speaking to me but that lil stanza meant for a she
Giving myself to somebody else
Gotta make sure there's plenty of me
Every mistake there's plenty to see
So let's plant a seed
To grow to a we
I don't really know
So maybe let's see

Written by:
Bryar Gengler

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