Under The Surface
#Chill Clock got a tick like a bomb in the room Calm on the surface, alarm in the womb Thoughts intertwine with the lines I assume carving a path but it’s dark in the noon Built every wall out of pride and defense Silent resentment disguised as intent Said I don’t need ‘em — lie got expensive Now I pay interest in isolation rent Pressure’ll bend you or temper the steel I question if any of this is for real I’m chasing a version of me I can’t see While fearing the moment I actually will I say I’m alone but I curate the space Cut off connections that mirror my face Mad at the clock but I wasted the seconds Then blame it on fate when I’m late to the race Under the surface Under control Under the silence Something unfolds Under my breath Under my tone Under the calm I’m losing hold Time don’t wait and I feel it breathing Back of my neck like it know I’m bleeding Trust gets thin so I move alone Even my shadow dont pick up the phone running in place but I swear I’m close Anger in calm like nobody knows If I don’t make it, it’s all on me That’s what hurts — it’s all on me Under the surface Under control Under the silence Something unfolds Under my breath Under my tone Under the calm I’m losing hold Second guessing every second I spend Tryna face my fears but the hands won’t bend I’m in my prime but I’m pressed for time That’s pressure hands can’t face again Built my own walls, now I pace inside it Say I need space but I cage my mind with Doubt dressed up like “just be patient” Fear wearing faith as a light disguise fired up but I’m firing blanks That’s a loaded statement I never unpack I keep the peace so I piece myself out Then wonder why I ain’t keeping intact
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#Chill Clock got a tick like a bomb in the room Calm on the surface, alarm in the womb Thoughts intertwine with the lines I assume carving a path but it’s dark in the noon Built every wall out of pride and defense Silent resentment disguised as intent Said I don’t need ‘em — lie got expensive Now I pay interest in isolation rent Pressure’ll bend you or temper the steel I question if any of this is for real I’m chasing a version of me I can’t see While fearing the moment I actually will I say I’m alone but I curate the space Cut off connections that mirror my face Mad at the clock but I wasted the seconds Then blame it on fate when I’m late to the race Under the surface Under control Under the silence Something unfolds Under my breath Under my tone Under the calm I’m losing hold Time don’t wait and I feel it breathing Back of my neck like it know I’m bleeding Trust gets thin so I move alone Even my shadow dont pick up the phone running in place but I swear I’m close Anger in calm like nobody knows If I don’t make it, it’s all on me That’s what hurts — it’s all on me Under the surface Under control Under the silence Something unfolds Under my breath Under my tone Under the calm I’m losing hold Second guessing every second I spend Tryna face my fears but the hands won’t bend I’m in my prime but I’m pressed for time That’s pressure hands can’t face again Built my own walls, now I pace inside it Say I need space but I cage my mind with Doubt dressed up like “just be patient” Fear wearing faith as a light disguise fired up but I’m firing blanks That’s a loaded statement I never unpack I keep the peace so I piece myself out Then wonder why I ain’t keeping intact
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