Hold Your Applause

[ Verse 1 ] Jaylon Musa

Hold your applause I ain't done yet/
Immortality got me weary since Kobe died/
So my focus lies in my work which got me in over drive/
I can't break for a day/
I'm in a maze of my mind I can't make an escape/
As i try to look at signs I can't make what they say/
I'm in a blur I'm bleeding under the skin of my words in this verse/
Through the music I be nursing my hurt/
You still think I'm underground as I emerge from the dirt/
(cool) the flow sacred like I'm serving a church/
Tryna create my life line like an open heart surgeon at work/
One move could be deadly I gotta tread lightly/
There's one Mus don't compare me nobody's here beside me/
I do this shit for the burden souls that yearn for hope/
That my purpose know it'll be this way til my curtains close/

[ Chorus ] Jaylon Musa

Hold your applause I ain't done yet

Hold your applause I ain't done yet

Hold your applause I ain't done yet

[ Verse 2 ] Jaylon Musa

My days and nights are reversed while I'm tryna conquer this vision board/
My nigga told me to live more cus I live in Doors/
Told him he'll be missing me more til I'm not living poor/
I'm still alive while I'm dying to live the act of balancing/
See I inspire to be well rounded in this circle of life/
But for now it's been a circus of life/
Air bnb's and hotel's as I learn to get by/
In real time I'm living I couldn't plan for this/
I just take what I'm given and try to manage it/
A thousand dollars I left Louisiana with/
I told my mama I'd return a millionaire/
With the world behind me sounding like a million cheers/
Arenas packed look like we filling up a million chairs/
Just stick around as you witness the tables turn/
At the shows we'll cut the music and sing this shit word for word/

[ Chorus ] Jaylon Musa

Hold your applause I ain't done yet

(Yea Just stick around as you witness the tables turn
At the shows we'll cut the music and sing this shit word for word)

Hold your applause I ain't done yet

[ Verse 3 ] Jaylon Musa

Last verse til we meet again/
When I return just make space for the king to sit/
The credits is rolling you in the back of the unsung/
Per your request this is the root and I'm undone/
Presenting a gift of my black thoughts you should unbox/
What I depicted could free ya soul you should unlock
If you unfulfilled/
You never know what you'll uncover/
Just don't run from it the struggles in life I try not to un-love it/
I find the good when I underachieve I need/
To be under this pressure so I can deliver under the heat/
And I don't focus on the unforeseen/
I gave my all with this here everything else is underneath/
Before this project my greatesst work was unwritten/
I spoke this all in existence now you can't un-hear it/
The humble me should leave it unspoken/
But would you rather show and tell that you're great or
Remain unnoticed?, good day/