Skyline Views

Looking out this window Vibing out to Rae and Ghost It could all be simple See the lights from the city and I wonder Why I feel on top but still I feel I'm under Peak when it's hindsight true So I'm opening my eyesight too Feel it burn from the fire I brew Got me thinking on these skyline views Spending time by myself, or with me Winding down when my mind's a little sickly It's wild when I'm feeling all nostalgic Remembering the time while I vibe and my mouth gets A little fucking sour from the taste so the mic get to picking I might get to spitting The joint's already fire and the pipe's getting lit and I don't wanna get too loud But it's fine, I'm beginning To ponder whether I should really end a couple storylines So many troubles when I keep on holding onto things or people that were borderline Toxic, I ain't plotting, I'm just sorta trying To find a way to shake it up You got some problems? Cool, well, I'm bored of mine Sick of people talking like they know their shit but don't, you get me? A pity, downplaying works of art cuz they're not fitting In a box, call it loud, kinda weird, using slang they never heard of Words like peak, dope or litty You're not a part of that culture boy, so please, you're not deserving of opinion You're observing it's perverse how you determine terms conditions On how artists use their words, and it's silly Check your privilege at the door, ha way to say it beautifully Ironic for these gate keepers, mate leave us I don't care, go stay in your community Where we're a bunch of Abeds and you've all been living bless Cuz you're all a bunch of Jeffs, yeah that feeling's kinda new to me Went over my bar limit, think I went too hard with it F*ck it, writing on my Js and I'm feeling like Jermaine hoping I don't wake my neighbours And put a further stain on my pallette Sustaining some damage I'm just adding to that noise In my brain wreaking havoc Word to Mobb Deep, used to be the shook one Now I'm here just laughing at you idiots, you act like all these rappers are just hoodlums Good one, bars going over heads You can't really reach em when you're only doing push ups I guess, that's why you speak with chest Believe me it's not working out You had your run it's done, I'm unimpressed On that bench feeling pressed Peak cuz someone went and took your spot now you been checked Your white tears are white noise, putting me to sleep Chief, that shit I don't need, give that shit a rest, yep Looking out this window Vibing out to Rae and Ghost It could all be simple See the lights from the city and I wonder Why I feel on top but still I feel I'm under Peak when it's hindsight true So I'm opening my eyesight too Feel it burn from the fire I brew Got me thinking on these skyline views You might hear this, feel a little shifty Uncomfortable, staying calm but getting pissy pissy Oscillate between the two while trying to read the room But that's not what you need to do, I'm sick of sitting Back and Tryna cater to your ego, get some curry with your fish and chippy Moving like Lamar, cuz even with these bars I'm kinda 50/50 I'm not worried if you get me get me F*ck you, when I'm spitting freely that's when I get litty litty Cry about it I've been speaking to my therapist Apologised for rambling, she told me nah I find you clear, confident, engaging and intelligent I really needed that Cuz my perception has been warped Maybe from the version of success that I was taught And growing up I'd say was hard for me to open up and try express my inner thoughts So all this time I've spent alone surrounded by these mirrors, I'm reflecting on the source Like my parents put me under pressure yeah of course I was Asian, and by that very nature, had some friendships on the edge of being torn I wasn't them, still feeling outta place and now my patience getting short Tired of undermining my, self while simultaneous denying any help Don't need a saviour, I know I get defensive, your complexion is the force That had me feeling lesser about my own, checking out, press abort On the flip my family they had me second guessing every blessing I would simply get from being born Ironic, on one side accused of pulling race cards The other side really tried to come and take the same card Stuck in limbo, always called me sensitive It's not that fucking simple Like f*ck what I was into All my likes, all my passions All my hobbies for some reason Had to be a fucking issue My parents didn't care for my Humanities or Art grade, for some reason can't say, should've been like my bros if only I was good at science At school had to manouevre all my friendships, then get to grips with who I was related to their whiteness And some of you might be thinking I've been here before Roll your eyes so far back in your head that you can see the floor It's just a couple minutes of your time For me it's nearly every single second of my life Looking out this window Vibing out to Rae and Ghost It could all be simple See the lights from the city and I wonder Why I feel on top but still I feel I'm under Peak when it's hindsight true So I'm opening my eyesight too Feel it burn from the fire I brew Got me thinking on these skyline views