Founded all the sounds that I create
Drowned in the fountain in the middle of a lake
Washed away
In a tideless escape
Just trynna swim towards my fate
May need a board to paddle through the fake ones
That say they like me just in case I blow up
It probably won't happen so keep track of the tracks I'm putting out and let me know fast If you like it or don't
Cuz the fact is, most dreams turn tragic real quick, I won't
Talk a lot of shit with other talented folks
When I'm just trynna make it on my own
Don't need any help by another passing boat
Cuz I'm free-styling to land, getting stronger with every stroke
Take advantage and manage the words that I evoke
Deep breathe, knee-deep
Facedown, repeat
Floating in the fountain of youth
Just want you to tell me the truth