Backseat Thoughts - Alex Bond

Backseat thoughts revolving around a time that was calmer

Life with no meaning of dollar, all that I ponder

On this road trip to my birth state, overwhelmed with the nerves like a first

date or first day at new workplace

Write verses in cursive, urgent, this pen got a purpose

Drop a single have y’all disperse, emergency like a surgeon

I learn to keep all my verses, not the writtens I’m talkin' bout the scriptures,

the type of shit that you quote for your favorite picture

Declare me the victor, I defeated my competition, instant, nigga was right in

front of me, close to no distance

Because he was reflection, watered down version of me

Stuck in his ways holding me from what I’m learning to be

I’m glad you ain’t heard of me and if this is the first impression I reckon

it’s worth it, perfect damn near

Chain heavy like chandelier, she scented like candle, clear motivation of

getting naked for this man in the mirror, look

I want a ring that cost more than the kingdom

I want a thing that when all fails she singing

Telling me it’ll be good if we just hum

Hidden garden of Eden, home where she from

Told me that she a heathen, she don’t really believe in heaven but that’s

irrelevant when she put my head in it

Tried practicing celibate and said to hell with it, grab the celly,

hit a city girl for the fellowship

See the hip, don’t want me to grip, I just got equipped

Read the script then teach a kid, cycle, let it spin

Love your kin, don’t forget to sin, that’s what we the best at

I be where the checks at, Nike too, rep that

Waiting for world to end cause I’ll be here after

Walking, following the wind cause nothing really matters

Rocket ships and bottles of Hen on my way to Saturn

She let me in with no glove, I’ve experienced war backwards

Experiments with the backwoods

Never had to act hood, always had to acknowledge my power, penmanship,

big ass problem

They ask where you been at Bonded, then I respond honest

I been at the c-r-i-b, quarantined to a T, whole planted on lockdown

You claiming you sick as hell but I got the hardest cough now

Let me put this pot down, let me put this blunt down, quit rolling up before I

run out

This just weed I ain’t criming', don’t pull a gun out

Sampling tweets, I’m shining before the sun out

Handling beats, put this one in a headlock

Just last week I met someone who said my

Music got them through a flight, that gave me delight, it brightened my whole

mood, enlightened my goals too

Been writing a poem, truth is I like it alone, who is you telling me that

someone can rap next to me, no proof

No artist, no producer, no studio, no booth

Will give you writtens like this, lyrics filling like soul food

I’m blowing your phone boo, trying to see what you onto

I’m the only one that really wants you and that’s on dukes

But lately I’ve been worn out like some old shoes

If you’re looking for me you can catch me on the roof