Alpha - Dead Silent

This is it, this is it

I need to know who you riding with

You’re skipping out on your dying wish

Yeah, what you need is now dying quick

You want it so come and get it

You flaunt it so unimpressively

Spawn in so uncompetitive

Competence, every sentence is

This and that about popping off

Items on the pad you ain’t crossing off

Gettin to your head, just lost a job

You got a lot on your plate, man walk it off

Head isn’t level, you’re temperamental

You wrestle your thoughts

Detrimental, pretzel to life

It’s got you in a knot

Made of excuses

Man who did this to you

You gotta move or it’s too late

You’re the truest in this room

You got a few dates

Booked, now book more

Keep running, don’t care if your foot’s sore

Gotta stay on the grind, never look bored

You’re clueless to what’s in store

Breaks, what are those good for

I’m starting to think you don’t want it so bad

Maybe you’re less than what I mistook you for

Man get back to the pad

Planned a day off but you took four

Stopped seeing the effort you put forth

Just dive right in again full force

And you lost your job again, good lord

Now don’t be

Approaching me, just cope with me

You’re choking me with your dopamine

Your hope in me is the most serene

But I don’t believe that I won’t succeed

Conversations, those are cheap

Your talk is smooth as a broken reed

Got the game in the bag like groceries

Got a stage, tear it up like wolverine

Writing lines like I’m connecting these numberless dots

Thought it’d be fun for a summer, now it’s a slumberless job

After these hundreds of thoughts, in my stream a conscience that never stops

I’m trapped inside, fighting myself to pause