i said my existential crisis over
and at the time i'm fine, my mind just get behind the odor
time's how i get by, i don't rely on finding types of clovers
changed by some divine controlant
the shit i'm smoking potent, help me control my emotions
keep em checked, and keep my breath concealed to what's believed as best
my meek impressions, kinda get congested when i kneecap steps
i don't await arrivals of the visits when it sees me next
i'm tryna just believe that it would leave me after recent threats

bless
bless

i said i'm coping with a copious amount of doubt recently
come out my mouth and every word just hits the ground in secrecy
i hide my feelings to the same extent as people seeing me
in public, so that means i just babble out all my decency
i keep the masterkey, but i still tend to lose it frequently
i understand it's not in my hands, but it's still beneath me, see
i feel i'm better than i'm at the peak when this shit reaching me
and sleep and heaving be the only reasons i've been breaching peace

bless
bless

they say emotions are an artform, i guess that i'm an artist then
compare my shit to all that's in my area, i'm artisan
compare my shit to everyone i've birthed, then i'm no artermis
my mind migrates on my own, and no one flocks to this
i promise this, you try and steal my stallion, ain't down to win
my style too out there for anyone to come around and kick
i feel like i just stumbled off the edge of something mountainous
and building me back up is what amounts to what i'm counted in

bless
i'm so, blessed