Spacecraft (feat. Harrison Sands & Local Foster)

On this side
we have some widely contrasting examples
taken from recent recordings to
give you some idea of the wealth of recorded music
After the questions
Pops handed me a little tea, sleep and a blessing, uh
Feet keeping me warm
Tucked in the sheets with a mattress and bedding, uh
Laughed at the answers he gave
Like he was a pastor or something
He knew what I seeked
News of the week, I was weak, yeah
But now Im strong, you should test me
The worlds ****** up past fixing
The motor is old and the pistons are pissed they aint pressing
And me
Ive missed one too many chances to win, I aint losing the drive
Iʼm invested
Despite all the answers I lack
Theres a purpose, Im cursed, pursuit till Im breathless
Yeah
A van and a press kit, manager, bed and a breakfast, a band and a set list
I took a moment to breathe
Head first I jumped in the sea
With wet clothes and dry jokes
I spoke on to thee
Heavy I sway with the breeze
Stumbling over my feet
I took a walk
So in this argument now whos who and the point of it all is for nothing, shhh
Please keep quiet Ive explained all the quirks, I am true, I am here you can love me
But
For the meantime the least you could do is know that our problems are nothing
And
Your nation is dangerous, the way that they blame other races for suffering
The earth still breathes on itʼs axis—**** man, that has to mean something