Balance
Parzival
GENRE
[Intro: Liberty]
Do I wanna fail when I succeed
Greatest or the worst no in between
Maybe I should work on self esteem
Zacchaeus tried to tie me to the tree
I do not know I’m posed to be
Caught up in the ends and not the means
I do not know who I’m posed to be
[Verse 1: Parzival]
I got a tough time balancing life
Like a knife on a finger
Movin left and then right
Tryna keep it in the middle, tryna fight for my rights
Call me Malcolm Mr. Little, when I kill on the mic
You ain’t the boss of me nigga, you ain’t know what I might do
Stylin in the paint like Picasso and Mike
Am I naughty or nice
How bout a little of both
Goddamn that's a record, goddamnit you right
[Verse 2: Parzival]
I’m tryna make a lot of money and humble as hell
Ion know if that’s attainable you see me in jail
I’m tryna hit the nail right on the head
But instead, they gon try lock me up
Just like some dreads the dread that the feds
Feel when they see a rich black man
Blowin up in Asia man they call that shit fatman -
Killin ghostwriters, man they call that shit pacman
Super self-esteem is a drug that don’t last man
Catch me in my bed curled up cuz I’m losing steam
Money humble balance ain’t the only battle where a nigga reppin the losin team
Sometimes I'm average, nigga u know what I mean?
Man
All hail Pizzy the lord of losin is wit me
I'm bored of chosin to board a plane that borders
The board of you hippies
It's all love, hell naw man the balance is tricky
Skateboarding on my patience is risky
If I see red fuck love, man the balance is Trippie
You get the horns like I’m Jordan and pippy
Flow smoother than skippy, chords ruder than
Ferris before he tore into Ricky, drums harder
Than the sword that y’all stuck in my kidney
I’m money hungry whore with no balance
So tip me
Serving all of these rappers more than my mental can give me
I can feel it in my pores, that my portion is picky
Pick apart a piece of Pizzy you get 50 and 50
I got loner and friendly
I got motor and empty
I just wish I had control of when they switch and when that bitch’ll let my feelings in gently
Cuz a nigga’s sick and tired of feeling feelings in frenzy
Do I wanna fail when I succeed
Greatest or the worst no in between
Maybe I should work on self esteem
Zacchaeus tried to tie me to the tree
I do not know I’m posed to be
Caught up in the ends and not the means
I do not know who I’m posed to be
[Verse 1: Parzival]
I got a tough time balancing life
Like a knife on a finger
Movin left and then right
Tryna keep it in the middle, tryna fight for my rights
Call me Malcolm Mr. Little, when I kill on the mic
You ain’t the boss of me nigga, you ain’t know what I might do
Stylin in the paint like Picasso and Mike
Am I naughty or nice
How bout a little of both
Goddamn that's a record, goddamnit you right
[Verse 2: Parzival]
I’m tryna make a lot of money and humble as hell
Ion know if that’s attainable you see me in jail
I’m tryna hit the nail right on the head
But instead, they gon try lock me up
Just like some dreads the dread that the feds
Feel when they see a rich black man
Blowin up in Asia man they call that shit fatman -
Killin ghostwriters, man they call that shit pacman
Super self-esteem is a drug that don’t last man
Catch me in my bed curled up cuz I’m losing steam
Money humble balance ain’t the only battle where a nigga reppin the losin team
Sometimes I'm average, nigga u know what I mean?
Man
All hail Pizzy the lord of losin is wit me
I'm bored of chosin to board a plane that borders
The board of you hippies
It's all love, hell naw man the balance is tricky
Skateboarding on my patience is risky
If I see red fuck love, man the balance is Trippie
You get the horns like I’m Jordan and pippy
Flow smoother than skippy, chords ruder than
Ferris before he tore into Ricky, drums harder
Than the sword that y’all stuck in my kidney
I’m money hungry whore with no balance
So tip me
Serving all of these rappers more than my mental can give me
I can feel it in my pores, that my portion is picky
Pick apart a piece of Pizzy you get 50 and 50
I got loner and friendly
I got motor and empty
I just wish I had control of when they switch and when that bitch’ll let my feelings in gently
Cuz a nigga’s sick and tired of feeling feelings in frenzy
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