ON THE CURBSIDE (feat. Trianna Feruza & Moore) Video (MV)

I'mma pour my heart out
Like a f*ckin' bottle on the curbside
Yo

This right here not for the faint of heart
I play my part up on the stage of makin' art
I'm in need of space away from all
The rain that's falling
Cascading down my brain to lakes of
Bbottomless depression
Like I'm living in a never-ending lesson
I'm always stressing out over the next thing
Never concentrating on the present
But anxiety rise in me
When I check and I got less cash
How do I advance and how do I get bands?
No chef hat, I need a recipe
Plus a method like Redman
Where the checks at? Lemme get that
I'mma work it out like gym rats tryna get a six pack
Fired up until I'm taking off like jetpacks
Fighting fatigue from focusing on setbacks, yo
What if I'm not good enough? What if I could've done
Something more from the beginning to end up at where I want?
'Stead of pretending to blend in everywhere like I belong
With any luck, they gonna f*ck with it when I'm sharing my songs
I got a fear of bombing and choking up on stage
I wanna show people what I'm made of when I spray
I wanna serve 'em somethin' they eat up like entrees
And get stuck in they head for days like a migraine

I pour my heart out like a bottle on the curbside
Of course my doubt spin in place like a turbine
Luck, I don't got it
Been tryna make a deal for the longest
Hoping it's an ace when I drop it
Pour my heart out like a bottle on the curbside
Corner my mouth looking down like a bird's eye
Look, I'm being honest
Life's a bank, I'mma rob it (It's Moore)
Hands up 'cause I got it (Watch City)

Never had a problem with being me
100mg eddie at the AirBnB
Half cocky, that's the emcee in me
Other half full of dark thoughts and a sea of grief
Some days I'm the goat
Other days I'm the black sheep
Now I'm the shit
Felt like shit last week
Yeah I got angels but demons attack me
But I got my team and my family to back me
I'm on ten when I'm tracking a verse
Then when I'm done I succumb to the curse
Can't hide from the truth, can't run from the hurt
Heart on my sleeve, got blood on my shirt
Found my groove so I'm stayin' in the pocket
Now I got the bag, goddamn, I just dropped it
I was at the peak, now I'm down in the valley
No more parties in LA, not goin' back to Cali
Been to many nations, haven't found peace yet
They don't teach that
But we learn about war every day on C-SPAN
Life feels shallow, I'm goin' off the deep end
Art's been cheapened
The lames done came up
But I never gave up
Always stayed true, stayed real, never changed up
Now the real's coming back around
And the see-thru are gonna disappear
This is rare, I can't teach you

I pour my heart out like a bottle on the curbside
Of course my doubt spin in place like a turbine
Luck, I don't got it
Been tryna make a deal for the longest
Hoping it's an ace when I drop it
Pour my heart out like a bottle on the curbside
Corner my mouth looking down like a bird's eye
Look, I'm being honest
Life's a bank, I'mma rob it
Hands up 'cause I got it

I make gems from the pressure like diamonds
I dream of the crowd screaming loud when I get
On scene, kill a beat, yes I homicide it
No I never cop out like blue and red sirens, uh
As confused as I get
My future's imbued with influence of finest
Rhymes that I consume in this tomb I reside in
Always knew what I'd end up doing like psychics
But I was sidetracked by endless scrolling
More time on my phone, less spent on growing
No light in my dome, no gettin' photo-
Synthesis, grip was limp on the pen I'm holding
Ten toes anchored in the echo chamber
Crossfire thoughts had me like "Hello, Danger"
Harsh on my mellow, I came to settle anger
Mental state was taxed like federal paper
Coulda been popped off in the crosswalk
Permanently gone, gone
Surely someone busting out they pom-poms
Celebrating at the thought, thought
Of Curtis if he was long gone down in a pine box
Bones into chalk dust, hopes get thrown in the water
Nope, nope, nope, I am not done
Naysayers flies in the line of my eye
That I have not swat
Taking 'em down like a drop top, oo