I guess this is an auditory vlog To hold myself accountable Got to create to create This my first Sunday in the city, already managed to get Corona I think I got it at my first open mic Spent the last two years of my life living at home Guess my parents can't protect me from this one The local events on the weekdays Bar manager been there for a few years Seen all kinds of talent, all kinds of acts I was eye to eye with the crowd I could feel their applause without them having to clap Who are the locals, who are the regulars Who's in touch looking to meet faces in the crowd Who is addicted to the cellular I might as well order a beer You can't read your nerves from a messenger Looking outside, the character of the red brick The proximity to the people, the streets The local places to eat I guess we're all too similar All strapped to our balls by our lease One door to enter, one to exit Looking out at the world, looking out at my ideas If I were to look at my apartment as land I guess I'm living on a peninsula Still getting settled The couch just came As the melting snow meets the sunlight's peaking heat I'm here as a direct result of my actions I just got to give it time to thaw Got to give it time to thaw Got to give it time I feel the need to post on socials, is ego at the root of my pride Do we live the same life, just find different ways to describe Different names on the chain Ladders up to a face in disguise Chalk it up to the changing of times Fall asleep clutching out phones, it's our new lullaby Sometimes I need to fall asleep Fall asleep to open my eyes I kind of want to upload my conscious To be able to play back memories Like right now what was I thinking What lead me to this What gave me these Chipotle chips Kind of spicy they're making me sweat Maybe I've reached serenity To be able to upload a conscious To have a conversation with anyone in history Would the best teachers live forever Or would their conscious become outdated I guess this is me doing just that Uploading my conscious Just labeling it as a face of rap Would the need for new ideas die off Get complacent in our space in the stars I'm a call away, so I guess I'm never too far These songs are an excuse An excuse just to feather the tar But this is just a Sunday morning, a Sunday morning Tik Tok telling me I should go outside and romanticize my life I guess I'll have my fans do that for me

This is part two of the series Part two of Matinee The second installment This is a calm moment This is nice, this is good weather, this is fall weather Thank you for listening From the Kanye documentary All I can think of is the people in the world Who have stories to tell Fond to harsh memories But don't have a camera crew around them And yes, the world's in our pockets but what's the difference Videos can be made forever We can shine bright, use creative tools to be clever Instead, we use technology for division All generations are the same The older ones might not understand our gadgets Or the changing trends on this planet But they can relate to the intrinsic value behind them My grandpa passed away a few months before graduation Come that day we were filed into these set rows And for some reason they gave an open chair to my left In the middle of a speech, on a performative note I was overwhelmed with his presence More to that later Life changes, I'll always be a student Working on what it means to be human It's not the idea, it's how you tell the story Because a room full of writer from Pixar Couldn't pack more protein than Cliff Bar If they didn't know Nemo needed his Dory My idols are proving you can rap in your 40's But I could wish I see my other idols rap in their 40's I wish I'll get to see my kids in their 40's It's the shampoo effect If you can hold on Keep a little left, add a little water, apply a little friction The rest will take off Like how the poetry hits the page How an action movie finds Nicholas Cage Me and Andy Samberg are hyping up each other like How am I not in that movie Old SNL, want to turn up double the wells Real and satire getting harder to tell Brush it under CTE to the NFL, real meat to Taco Bell My boss hasn't heard, but my coworkers have The blessings and the curse of a discovery app I always said if my boss heard I made it So maybe I'm close I mention music on occasion, so maybe I'll boast It's the balance it's the trust, it's the challenge, it's the rust It's a young tiger sinking his putt The stage is Augusta, the internet's the rough High expectations mean debating if it's enough A Cinderella losing in the elite eight still clutch But for Petes sake (St. Peters basketball) this recent case of community is tough To alleviate the prize, we create close to touch So I urge you to find that Friday to take off And let it all go Still clutch now Still clutch now Still clutch I'm working on my shit, I'm working on my heart Putting it all towards the mission Saying I can't predict the future but I have a premonition

I been waiting to talk my shit Welcome to the show I been waiting to talk my shit I've been waiting for too, too, long Walking across the bridge It's not a concrete place but a mental boundary Started looking in after seeing those around me There's more to the world than outside DuPage County There are always more variables to consider when you make amends This is late night in the gym Hitting free throws in sets of ten Establish routine. Action to memory Get to sleep to wake up just to do it again I mean if we're asking friends The ones who believe I can actually make it, I can count on my hand But I hope I'm wrong They see the value from who I'm with, not what I create So, I guess they need to visually see But my talent is already made, the hours have been paid Long before you have the opportunity to see on the screen I can't ever get too comfortable I guess that's why I choose to fly in jeans My dad had the nerve to tell me most hits are written by 27 What does he know Until then I have a few years to go But that's assuming my energy is finite I squeeze every last juice out what I know Because I believe my next works can change the world I do this for motives way more than to impress some girls It's not up to me if I change the culture Just trying to put my two cents in with a cinnamon swirl This is the matinee This is the matinee This is the matinee This is the matinee Who do you listen to? Who do you listen to? I want this energy from my heart to land with grace on your ears But to settle in your stomach like some heavy pasta It's comfort food, that Cracker Barrell, that Bob Evans We all want to eat just different ideas of extra gravy And in this moment, we've come together I'm just a vessel to what the world gave me This is the building blocks to what you'll see tomorrow My style is the Mashall Fields to Macy's I cant thank enough for my mentors They give me perspective to grow I set the mood for the day It starts out with what I choose from the dresser Yet people define by what I choose to create My heart to music is like a corn dog to a state fair Not the most flashy, not as sweet as cotton candy But everyone from the carnies to kids Will tell you it's not even a question to bare That's like seeing a rabbit trick out of the hat Playing devil's advocate asking if it's a rabbit or hare I get it you got to create the habit to care I can't question everything, it's just the ways I choose to exist Love from mom and dad It's the reminder every time, every time, every time, every time I check my wrist Walking across the bridge the self-fulfillment is bliss The self-fulfillment is bliss The self-fulfillment is bliss The self-fulfillment is bliss

I guess this is an auditory vlog To hold myself accountable Got to create to create This my first Sunday in the city, already managed to get Corona I think I got it at my first open mic Spent the last two years of my life living at home Guess my parents can't protect me from this one The local events on the weekdays Bar manager been there for a few years Seen all kinds of talent, all kinds of acts I was eye to eye with the crowd I could feel their applause without them having to clap Who are the locals, who are the regulars Who's in touch looking to meet faces in the crowd Who is addicted to the cellular I might as well order a beer You can't read your nerves from a messenger Looking outside, the character of the red brick The proximity to the people, the streets The local places to eat I guess we're all too similar All strapped to our balls by our lease One door to enter, one to exit Looking out at the world, looking out at my ideas If I were to look at my apartment as land I guess I'm living on a peninsula Still getting settled The couch just came As the melting snow meets the sunlight's peaking heat I'm here as a direct result of my actions I just got to give it time to thaw Got to give it time to thaw Got to give it time I feel the need to post on socials, is ego at the root of my pride Do we live the same life, just find different ways to describe Different names on the chain Ladders up to a face in disguise Chalk it up to the changing of times Fall asleep clutching out phones, it's our new lullaby Sometimes I need to fall asleep Fall asleep to open my eyes I kind of want to upload my conscious To be able to play back memories Like right now what was I thinking What lead me to this What gave me these Chipotle chips Kind of spicy they're making me sweat Maybe I've reached serenity To be able to upload a conscious To have a conversation with anyone in history Would the best teachers live forever Or would their conscious become outdated I guess this is me doing just that Uploading my conscious Just labeling it as a face of rap Would the need for new ideas die off Get complacent in our space in the stars I'm a call away, so I guess I'm never too far These songs are an excuse An excuse just to feather the tar But this is just a Sunday morning, a Sunday morning Tik Tok telling me I should go outside and romanticize my life I guess I'll have my fans do that for me