Crowfather

Lyrics

Part of these side quests… is finding some dopamine.

Rise, ready to grind/ ain’t even thinking ‘bout wasting my time/ ready to vibe, ready to shine/ ain’t no more thinking ‘bout getting denied/ within the depths of my villainous mind impostor syndrome won’t be quiet/ that’s why I work on this intricate timin’/ notice my difference in diction is timeless/ spittin’ this sickness like I been a virus/ anymore wicked I might be tyrant/ within my writtens it gets homicidal/ gotta be twisted to get it like I do/ got the degree, I want the title/ my pedigree, don’t have any rivals/ little bit Irish, little bit Viking/ got this shield maiden right beside me/ partner in crime, I call her wifey/ she been a dime sometimes she’s frightening/ that’s why I asked to share my life with her, I find her so enticing/ I feel I married a muse the way she inspires some of this lightning/ that I been bottlin’ ain’t no more wallowin’ nah I been swallowin’ all of my doubt/ but it’s undoubtable that I feel powerful when all the trauma falls outta my mouth/ kinda calming when I vomit it out/ ‘cause this is my calling I’m talking about/ Crowfather still standin’ his ground/ taken my damage I’m managin’ now/ to stick to the plan, pen in hand when I’m down/ I’ll show you the man that I am anyhow

Look, I been tryna rope-a-dope some dopamine
I been hopeless, feeling broken, but this track is kinda mean
Rap has always felt like this holistic remedy
To remind me how to breathe all I really need is a beat
See, I been tryna rope-a-dope some dopamine
I been hopeless, feeling broken, but this track is kinda mean
Rap has always felt like this holistic remedy
To remind me how to breathe this is exactly what I need
(Chorus)

To keep going man fight/ spent the first half my life/ alone in the dark with a hole in my heart, I ain’t walking towards no light/ but spare me a light and I’ll carry the torch/ there’s ‘bout to be a new king in the north/ add up the abacus, rack up the score, I’m pushing my ten thousand hours for sure/ not really countin’ but thinking I’m close/ this all been mountin’ I might need to go/ went from the class clown in the background to the old soul seeing ghosts/ veins in my neck say I’m made to perform/ still tryna reckon with my final form/ up in my nest, perfecting my best, steadily gettin’ better than the norm/

Takin’ my time to grind my axe
I learn from the legends my head is intact
Born sinner been an outcast
Don’t count me out I been in my bag
(Bridge x2)

(Chorus again)