Kyst - K.A.A.N., Dem Jointz, Bleverly Hills

My eternal clock ticking

Has got a nigga tripping

Stressed for a living

The pressure, I can feel it

The sky ain’t the limit

I’m breaching through the ceiling

Hard to keep composure when your heart ain’t even in it

Tell me how you keep it

Tell me how you keep it

Tell me how you keep it

Tell me how you keep your shit together when everything’s falling apart, god

My mind been running in circles constantly

It’s got to be the opposite of positive velocity

My head still in the clouds

Looking at stars, that’s astronomy

While pondering powerful possibilities and beautiful soliloquies

The characteristic traits of the greats

Save me a place and a plate, and I’ll say grace while you save face

You copping out, like copping pleas, appeased by your saving grace

These niggas talking beef but never speak when we raise the stakes

Cease to bring the heat and keep it moving like roller skates

Protected 'bout as well as JFK in the motorcade

I cascade over the grass knoll by a flagpole

Aimed at a moving target, hit or miss, at least I shot my shot, uh

My eternal clock ticking

Has got a nigga tripping

Stressed for a living

The pressure, I can feel it

The sky ain’t the limit

I’m breaching through the ceiling

Hard to keep composure when your heart ain’t even in it

Tell me how you keep it

Tell me how you keep it

Tell me how you keep it

Tell me how you keep your shit together when everything’s falling apart, god

If it ain’t one thing, it’s always something ain’t it?

They gon' complain about the picture, irregardless of who painted it

The color composition and the hue becomes irrelevant

Could make a masterpiece but they gon' point out the flaws

Applaud that it’s off, and tell you how to do your job

Critics and heretics are one and the same, they hypocrites

People love giving opinions assuming you give a shit

I tune it out, I’m not attentive, no I wasn’t listening

Thinking you could do it better well go 'head and do it then

Watch you fail, come back and tell me how that feel

These niggas blind to the signs, yeah they might need braille

And the gon' fold under the pressure, that ain’t hard to tell, nah

My eternal clock ticking

Has got a nigga tripping

Stressed for a living

The pressure, I can feel it

The sky ain’t the limit

I’m breaching through the ceiling

Hard to keep composure when your heart ain’t even in it

Tell me how you keep it

Tell me how you keep it

Tell me how you keep it

Tell me how you keep your shit together when everything’s falling apart, god