Honesty Hour

[Intro: Chris Jewson, Chris "Kato" Ju ]
K-K-Kato on the track, bit-
Yeah
Lemme tell ya'll a little 'bout me
Who I am, where I'm from
Yeah

[Verse 1: Chris Jewson]
2001: I was born, Minnesota
In the North with the winters 'bout cold as the poles
Where the kids stick their tongues just ‘cause they thought it’s funny
I laughed at ‘em, did it, now it’s not as funny, like 'A Christmas Story'
And for Christmas we’d go down to Madison and spend it with the family only
We’ve gone every year since the year I was born
Except the one year my little sis was born
But that’s a different story
One time, when I was ten, I sent a baseball through my mom’s picture window
I told everybody not to use it
I was trying to impress all the neighbor kids
Now it’s broke, I was horrified
Mainly ‘cause my mom wasn’t home at the time
And the neighbor girl I liked laughed as I stormed inside
I was crying, but it’s all good now, all love, I miss y’all
And I grew up around all women so respect is the highest for ‘em
Saw my older sister cry one time ‘cause this dick guy made her fall apart
Wanted to just crush him like the way he broke her heart
But she’s happy now, I can’t complain
‘Bout to graduate college in the spring, she racing
I wish we talked more and I’m sorry that we don’t
I been busy, you been busy, I know you know how it goes, yeah

[Hook: Chris Jewson]
If I’m being honest, I said, if I’m being honest
If I’m being honest, I said, if I, if I...
If I’m being honest, I said, if I’m being honest
I said, if I’m being honest
I said, if I, if I...

[Verse 2: Chris Jewson]
And I got a scar on my forehead
When I was three and I was sledding
Hit a trailer full speed could'a been dead
Lucky I was fine, same time, broke my collarbone
Arrived at the hospital and propped up for stitches
Got about eleven of ‘em, 'morn
And I was ‘bout eleven when my mom got divorced
And we dipped out, gone down Wisconsin
Lived with my grandparents for the summer
Now we gotta own it
I hate social media ‘cause I overthink shit
Get it to my head too often
And I love sleeping but I hate sleeping in
‘Cause I get too worried I won’t get enough done
One time I had a tweet that I looked at for a half hour
Whether I should post or delete
Hindsight, realized it was kind of a problem
So I deactivated, now I’m just a little more conscious
It’s kinda wild, I was the one grew up quick
Man of the house in middle school, I won’t forget
Over four years passed, no one came down once
No one that I knew, no one that I grew up with
And Max and Sam, man, guys, I love y’all
I meant to say 'happy birthday', I’ve been busy
I was ashamed I forgot, know I had you on my mind
Hope we link soon when you come to the city, yeah

[Transition: Chris Jewson, Chris "Kato" Ju ]
K-K-Kato on the track, bit-
Part two (aye, aye, aye, yeah)
Part two (aye, aye, aye, yeah)
Part two (aye, aye, aye, yeah)
(Probably gon’ punch in)
Part two (aye, aye, aye, yeah)

[Verse 3: Chris Jewson]
I don’t smoke, I don’t drink, I don’t do none of that
I don’t party, don’t go out and I barely relax
I write songs about people I ain’t talk to in years
Just for substance and opening stories about fears
And I know a lot of people
But that don’t mean I got a lot of friends
‘Cause I got brothers on my side and a few down to ride
Less people, less chance to get let down in the end
And I played baseball, but I never pitched right
Walked four-five people, lose by ‘least five
Played all the sports that my mom put me in
I was never the kid scoring touchdowns and wins
I was out in the field, my head in the clouds
I got yelled at by coaches, was benched anyhow
And I saw all the favoritism, lost interest
And now I’m on this, have 'em saying 'what is this?'
Used to go on DECA trips with the upperclassmen
Youngest cat out the bunch
And I used to rap in the back over tracks
That they’d blast out the speakers to the max
In the back of the bus
And the teacher got mad, tried for quiet but nah
We didn’t really want that, so we went on with that
Every word that went splat, kept it kinda relaxed
Turned it up when Akon went “Smack That”
Rapping in the driver’s ed backseat
Running around with homies at the track meets
Channeling CKY around town
More miles on our wheels than the taxis
Jumping off roofs and to biking in ponds
And to bombing the hills and without helmets on
We just did for the thrill
And a trip and a fall like we couldn’t be killed
Feel invincible, stemmed from the principles
I’d print what I’d idolize, permitted by the principal
Pickin’ what we wanna do and knowing what we’re gonna do
And no one telling what to do, we handled it ourselves
Team’s going batshit, told y'all bout the background
I’m back, grounded, at it
Back on track on the ground going fast
And it’s back to the biz, backtrack? Try “Aladdin”