Lyrics
[Intro] [Verse 1] I dropped acid in the rain My thoughts splashing through my brain I don't see the bigger picture till I crash into the frame. My Friends are saying Raelyn you should maybe take a break I shoot em all a text the next day saying I'm okay It's a chance I've got to take. These some plans I've got to make. I've got to maximize my damage with a stance I'll never break Making money off this shit's a scam I'll never take. Don't be asking me to lay down, I'm standing in a grave I can't abandon what I made. I Stay dancing through my pain Damnit Rae, rambling and raving mad hate staying in this rabid state Animal in a cage, isn't handling her rage, Bruce Banner in a way, a brief candle with a flame, Flicker, need an escape, I know it ain't liquor. Feel like every day I keep painting the same picture Pages ripped out of my coloring book I'll keep running my mouth long as its full of your hooks Fishing for compliments, big difference between wisdom and confidence I'm rapping bout rapping as if that's an accomplishment. Go head and put my bars into the bargain bin I'm sick as hell of arguin'... [Chorus] Everybody’s trying to make a dime off the time that I spend I just wanna give it away I don’t wanna be another writer with a link in their bio Begging you to click it today So I leave it on the front porch steps If you need somewhere to be Take a song and stay a while There’s a little room here with me I could be your third place Somewhere you don’t gotta leave No, I don’t want your money No Sales Final everything is free. [Verse 2] People say: "Write for yourself" but I don't buy it. Either I'll be top five or I'm gonna die trying. If I could rewind time, meet the guy that designed rhyming. I would ask him what the fuck happened with "Orange and Silver" Sider sorta off kilter, I'll deliver a four hitter: pen mighty-orr than the hilt of the sword you probably would kill for. Bored of raising the skill floor, Suno lowers the ceiling. I'm not even in the convo, flying over the building. It's my devotion to killing every beat that's put in front of me. My demons sitting comfortably I keep the chillest company. Built this city from nothing now every building is crumbling Showing love every day wonder when it'll be enough for me. Pencil be shedding blood for me scared of losing connection The fucking song B-b-buffering wondering what the fuck to be. Want to be in the game, had the referees getting rough with me Wanna be number one but I ball like I'm number twenty three. The Michael Jordan of rhyming Orange. Ohh that's terrible, I love it. [Chorus] Everybody’s trying to make a dime off the time that I spend I just wanna give it away I don’t wanna be another writer with a link in their bio Begging you to click it today So I leave it on the front porch steps If you need somewhere to be Take a song and stay a while There’s a little room here with me I could be your third place Somewhere you don’t gotta leave No, I don’t want your money No Sales Final everything is free. [Verse 3] Had someone ask me what a flow pocket was. Lemme show you a trick. This is how Sider stops writers block, life is just trying to find a pocket I'm diving inside the moshpit I tried dividing and conquering flying high-in the cockpit I finally might be dropping But stopping is not an option at all either drop or properly fall I'm thankful that my tank full My car's not gonna stall. The way forwards painful but so was starting at all- I can't heal this aint real My heart's falling apart Wonder where the parts are? They're all in my art. I just carve it out bar after bar after bar Watch your free trial end have me charging your card. Nah I'm kidding. This shit is hard man, like holy fuck I don't even know which way is only up I'm only one- person with infinite type writers Em and I grew apart I'm an infinite type writer. My pencil defines hyper each sentence i writes wired And I tend to fight fire with fire till I'm tired. And I'm quite tired of trying to spit like a nice rhymer, wit mixed with the physical strength of a prize fighter every swing got a bit of a sting, "sider winder," I just jab jab and jab with no hooks. Till my ink dries then- I just stab stab and stab at my notebooks. All you motherfuckers know that- [Chorus] Everybody’s trying to make a dime off the time that I spend I just wanna give it away I don’t wanna be another writer with a link in their bio Begging you to click it today So I leave it on the front porch steps If you need somewhere to be Take a song and stay a while There’s a little room here with me I could be your third place Somewhere you don’t gotta leave No, I don’t want your money No Sales Final everything is free. Ooooh oooooohhhh oooh oh Oooh.