YOU ARE THE KEY

[Intro]
Remember, you are the key

[Verse 1]
Mind aimless, lately my room turning to my Chamber
I ain't been here in 4 years, crazy how time change you
See me hanging on? It's priority that I save him
Caught myself, my sadness was turning inwards to blind anger
And now my error's clear
I've been complacent and impatient with myself for years
And so I don't know where the edge is, but could tell it's near
Tell myself that it'll be over quick, but that won't help the tears
Spending whole days in my bеd, got a fear of the outside
Think of еvery single failed attempt, so I don't even try
Pinching fat in bathroom mirrors, I feel like a shell of me
Hella cries for help I couldn't tell, I even yell discreet
Trying to convince myself that I don't need another hand
And that I'm right to not tell my friends and they won't understand
Almost took a leap off my balcony, I'm just glad I've made it
Kept that one a secret in fear of being invalidated
I gotta open up
Stop worrying about being a burden and just admit it when I don't know enough
I deserve better than depriving myself of solutions
My crew know I ain't telling truth when I tell them I'm useless
My past mistakes are simply what helped me paint this picture
I got support when my anxiety and pain on Richter
I was in this hole for months, I thought my time was over
In the dark, I found the rope, I see the light is closer
Hands to the sky

[Interlude: Alan Watts sample]
When I was born, I was kicked off the edge of a precipice
I'd been consoling myself all this time by holding on to a big chunk of rock that fell off with me
But you know there is no security
And if you go with it, and you don't try to fight and to find something to cling to, it's alright
Then you discover that the void that you were so frightened of is the clear light

[Verse 2]
Yeah
Niggas try me after warnings, guess they ain't have half the sense
Anti-homeless architecture, I could take out half your bench
Blood stains on the judges, but they still gonna grab they 10's
Crowd silent like these niggas when they see us at events
Keep that energy like flawless victories, I'm still not moved
They catch hands, on will, it's something like 10 and 2
I'm no fighter, but the niggas behind me could put on type hurt
I ain't talking editing when they handle my light work
They tell me "Miles, you could be great, what you ain't drop for?"
Ironic that I was in a slump after my sophomore
Took time to focus, I won't fold in no kind of weather
I'm unlocking my potential, can't be Gohan forever
Final form approaching, I'm just lucky I got time to reach
Woolong niggas change to whatever y'all gotta be
Try to put me in a box? Cool, you could lie in one
The Spirit Bomb at 50%, you still got time to run
Yeah