Escape - Abhi The Nomad, Kato on the Track

Stepped into the label office on the fifth floor

Oh how they lied when they said that I would lift off

Rehearsed the attitude cause usually it’s piss poor

I don’t feel like conversating with a brick wall dummy

She actin funny while i’m playing the track

Swear this chick was on her phone the whole time texting and dialing

Why I got up outta austin and flew all the way back

To take a meeting with some LA bitch looking for billie eilish

I hit milestones and different styles, tones

The list long, i could ramble it pils on still

Couldn’t touch me with a motherfucking pylon or stilts

Slide th demo file on it kills, I’m Dylon with bills

I let bygones be bygones forreal this time

If the deals a mill or five

Could be wagyu with the wifey, don’t spill the wine but

I prefer a home cooked meal

(You should see where I’m from)

Colorism that somebody would kill for

You ain’t seeing my people in no bollywood film dawg

They all white washed, fair and lovely they love y’all

This is where diplomatic dad would turn my mic off

So imagine me in america getting profiled

By a marketing genius who deems my shit as a «whole vibe»

And how I record and produce the beats on my own time

Just to have the article say nothing bout the music

I gave em details, influences, emails sent to influencers

Dming my idols so they know i’m really doing this

They don’t see me moving they might have to keep zooming in

Fanbase improving my mental health is losing it