Spring Rain ft. fo1006

[Verse 1] You're so brave the way you say stuff at a microphone Inside your home, play it and then put it on the internet Looking out the window checking weather must be nice and all When both your eyes are kinda like kaleidoscopes and mind a long Lightning rod, you rhyme and draw... (Yeah but I have to. I'm not really good at anything else) Honestly, you're so creative and I'm jealous when I could never sing, draw or do something as embarrassing (Have you tried?) (...) No, I know my armor very thin And sparring, never parry swings, so a fairly dim Future is ahead I think When I'm near convinced I'll just grow a pair of wings from a momentary wind And hit a shooting star Or something like a moving car, you’re so lucky to be productive enough at doing art I don’t mean to come off sucky-uppy But Dreamsomnia was fucking lovely, I think snoozing on your music’s wrong So the reason you’re so odd and moody Eludes me, you been prolly locked in your room watching the horror movies Too often, only reply with a nod when I compliment a song, I get it I guess you don’t wanna talk, being rude to me [Verse 2] Um, sorry? Is my mouth working? Mouth check one two three, I’m not a loud person I hope I don’t come off as a proud jerk when persons get Personal my words don’t work with certainty And I swear I’m freaking out internally, don’t take it personally I’m a person, see, the nerves of steel not firm as your belief Prefer the cursor clicks and words traversing circuitry You might infer the rhyming words won’t work conversing, we Burgundy, hooded up Thanks for saying I’m good at stuff, I’d be blushing if I had blood gushing from heart throbs But I don’t mean to write only dark songs If you’re feeling low, I’ll high five your arms off, scar palms My lip stay busted And the spit taste rusted in the spring rain, I been waiting