Doors

[Verse 1: Ben Beal]
(J)
Mason jar full of verses that I didn't even start
Hidden scars tell me who I am and who you really are
The stars on the ceiling of the studio distract the kid
Frank Sinatra sued me, so I’ll probably fire back at him
I'm at Patti's eating pasta pomodoro
Eight days of this menorah while still denouncing the tourah
The portion is still fresh
Ice in my still breath
Getting threats, check the line
We were last but now we’re next
Heath Ledger while I'm standing on this balcony
Way too many stars that my grandma placed in the galaxy
Watch the phoenix rise from the blunt-scraps
The embers fuel the boom-bap
I'm too lost on two tabs and blue raps
It's too hard to pass a motherfucking class
I'd rather get shit on, while I spend my time on rap
Greg owed me 5k, so I killed that ho
It took me two days in LA to miss my snow
Go

[Chorus: Ben Beal]
And I've been trying to open all these doors
I just hope that I can catch a peek
And I've been in New York for too long
But there's no other place I’d wanna be
So we’re travelling, travelling
To nowhere
We've been travelling, travelling
To nowhere

[Verse 2: Will Kobus]
Six empty water bottles resting by my feet
Brother’s disorganized, don't never fix they sheets
A perfect storm within a chambre
Mama feel it's obsolete
Fuss about them cleaning up their space and wanting them to leave
The mess they make when they retain, dispose, repeat
Constant bickering that drew me towards the sound of sweet relief
Loathing for stillness, tending to grief
Thermostat been running up, my granny tampered with degrees
Seems reaching resolutions mimic pullin' teeth
Finna stall my stubborn nature with the tendence to receive
A sense of hope, I’m too compulsive as I'm breaking down the tree
My eyes level, we see level, niggas cheef
Dispelling fallacies, My habitat composing, bound my genes
Or rather, care for cremating spliffs to wrestle with deceit
Keeping my head low, moving discrete
My dawg Pierre is always tethered to the street
White Air Max 95s to separate between the two
[?] tanning out too long, the lines are hard to peek
Lately transparency been medicine for me
Ain't got the time for niggas beating around the bush
Keeping liars out of sight, this comforts overlooked
Ooh, Harley, I'm talking to Hamoon
About his fair of speaking falsely, cause lately he's been partially
Getting caught in critical perception, get exhausting

[Chorus: Ben Beal]
And I've been trying to open all these doors
I just hope that I can catch a peak
And I've been in New York for too long
But there's no other place I'd wanna be
So we're travelling, travelling
To nowhere
We've travelling, travelling
To nowhere