Travelling (End of Chapter 1, part 1)

[Talking]
I wrote this song on the way back from Erasmus, from Denmark
It was a 2 day trip in a mobilhome, my dad drove me
The first day, my friend was with me and the second day, I was alone
This was an end of a chapter for me, end of chapter one

[Verse 1]
I’m on the road travelling, unravelling
This talent of mine I’m battling
The feelings inside my chest, I am sad
Going home seems like a bad thing
I come from a period of laughing
Talking previous, past tense
I only got hours, my last chance
To say goodbye to one of my best friends
And here I am rapping about what has been
One of the best chapters of my life
I grabbed the mic and started attacking
We both know I’m the next thing
And I’ll do it without flexing
I’m about standing out, not blending in
Now I’m just ranting, shit
I got my sister next to me and we are missing one of 3
We became the musketeers, but cooler, chilling casually
In a home on wheels, drinking Belgian beers
At 4 in the afternoon, I gotta drop her off real soon
I might not see her ‘till next June
Or even later, it’s gonna be a while
I know, but still I’m in denial
That all of my friends who were the center of my life
Are going to be separated from me by miles and miles
Here them from time to time
But not every day, like I’m used to
Man, I hate goodbyes
They say family is your blood
You don’t get to choose them
Well, that’s just stupid
These are more than friends
I don’t need blood to prove it
I don’t know what I’m doing
Mind going crazy, I’m losing it
I don’t care if I shoot and miss
I no longer wanna be the coolest kid
I just wanna be important to them
I’m used to being their friend
The thought of me just being a memory, uh… please
Just know what you meant to me: a…a and h…ly
We’ll write each other, definitely
Now it’s time to switch up the beat

[Verse 2]
2nd day on the road, all alone, going home
In a mobil, I ain’t got no feels
Destroying this beat, Chernobyl
There are great things that await me
A new journey I’m facing
Brick by brick I am laying
The house of my life, I’m creating
I can’t find any words that fit
The thoughts going on in my head
The feelings inside of my chest
So Imma just put it to rest
Last night I needed infirmary
I cut a piece off my finger
I ate a great breakfast in Germany
But there was no time to linger
Through the Netherlands, we’re heading back
While writing this track, I'm finding a way to relax
Upping my skill to the max, writing a story, pure facts
You’ve probably had it, it’s probably boring
Some of you probably snoring
But I don’t give a shit I’m ignoring
Any hate, like in high school musical I am soaring
(soaring, flying)
No on second thought, I am dying
If I don’t rip up the mic and stop crying and whining
I’m starting a battle, I’m fighting against mainstream guidance
I’m laying my own path ending this track, I’m gonna do my thing