Misadventures

[Intro] Yeah, I feel good I feel good, I feel good [Verse 1] "Falling in love is easy Falling out takes a bit practice I mastered both without the use of a mattress" That's Sage Francis So, save the theatrics I'm trying to find a breath of fresh air In hella grasp But it lasted, for as long as I can endorse To be honest, this rap shit doesn't help anymore I think I deserve something better than what you're all giving me But, in all fairness, I'm in this shit willingly [Verse 2] I'm seeing you, But you ain't seeing me I'm feeling you, But you ain't feeling me So, what it really be I'm tweaking frequencies having entities speak to me I'm hiding in the mist of the truth but, you ain't seeking me That ain't a play on my name I just want you to do the math Before I die and go to heaven I have my bible autographed It gets me assuming the best The full package and all But, I keep my hopes low so they don't hurt when they fall [Verse 3] It'a all sugarcoated and dumbed down When you observe 'em through a microscope But when I speak into a microphone String all my elements, here to bring you closer But fuck being famous, I could die from exposure A fake or real here to jack the mass appeal Man, I'm hoping that this music shit could buy me a meal And not all those who wander, are lost And I'm cost of all the thoughts that I manifest or come across And I'm feeling like I got my own purpose to fulfill I'm like a, god on wheels Too good to be real Here to heal the wounds that got me singing tunes I slowly consume, the loud silence in my room [Bridge] As if it's all I got Besides the words that I jot from thoughts Slowly stirring up and drawing out my plot No breaks, no stops No other way around The lost are never found That's such a beautiful sound Cos it's all I got Besides the words that I jot from thoughts Slowly stirring up and drawing out my plot No breaks, no stops No other way around I'm lost and never found That's such a beautiful sound These are the types of words I let a blind man see What I envision of my life But, what kind of life is that for me Slowly, passing me by No need to ask me why We try to make the best of our time, writing rhymes These are the types of words I let a blind man see What I envision of my life But, what kind of life is that for me Slowly, passing me by No need to ask me why We try to make the best of our time We writing rhymes