Poet Pilots
Grace Chia
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(Oh, learning) I just want to hide in bed And listen to hip-hop Shut out all my world Cause nothing hurts when my mics on At least now, I only let my nibs bleed I just want to hide in bed And listen to hip-hop Shut out all my world Cause nothing hurts when my mics on At least now, I only let my nibs bleed (nibs bleed, nibs bleed, I only let my nibs bleed) I do circles round my kitchen when I'm alone Boil the kettle never wait for it to settle Like my thoughts, stoned Sick of speaking people only reading me by my tone By my clothes, by the way they screening me on their phones But I spent a long while offering up my thoughts They like to sleep beneath my dreams Peeking out my drawers My weakness seems to be my kindness Never close my doors I really want to share my love They always ask for more And if you can't speak up Then kid, you better write it down They only want you to give up So you go give em sound And every verse you rehearse Be assertive too I know you're hurting too But they gon' watch you make your moves They always focused on how open you are Whether it be how much you hide Or how you accessories your scars Told, don't overshare as if music ain't a way to pick my worries apart This is my medicine, but you can call it art I just want to be young dumb, let my waste be my remedy The space don't fit the same when I was lost tomb travelling Oh, guess I'm growing (Guess I'm learning control) I just want to feel that sun when my nights extending time again Run, run, run. Bring my ink empty to her knees again Oh, a poet learning control (Guess I'm learning control) I like to dig deep in places where my mind pretend Defense mech that protect me when my kindness bent Removed from all intrusions, the illusions that my vision send Now I got to face em' up, rewrite my strings with them Cause I don't want to see my generation die numb Half these kids high on scripts, medicating their cup Doctors giving pills out much more than they be taking blood Now my friends addicted to a vice that they can't touch We mistaking the escapes for an answer I was lost and vacant rearranging my phantom All the pain we're given got the media romancing The median's corruption in a system that is scamming So release your demons Make peace with the reasons That the creep, when you're steep High up and your feening Don't feed that greed Give em love that you need And find yourself in the art that you piece I just want to be young dumb, let my waste be my remedy The space don't fit the same when I was lost tomb travelling Oh, guess I'm growing (Guess I'm learning control) I just want to feel that sun when my nights extending time again Run, run, run. Bring my ink empty to her knees again Oh, a poet learning control (Guess I'm learning control)
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