Afterglow (Outro) - Nitty Scott, Rajib Karmakar

Pardon my Bohemian ways

I know I act like I be stuck in a Bohemian daze

You said you love me, so don’t rush me

Love is patient and now you gotta trust me

To take form, like the canvas of the Grand Canyon

Product of a beautiful storm or an unborn

Carried just below the heart

Quietly preparing for his start

Let me Michelangelo my Sistine Chapel

You know they say Rome wasn’t built in a day

And diamonds need a while before they hit the display

So I guess I see myself in a similar way

I’m paced, like my momma in the kitchen whipping

Always mixing up and fixing

Begged her for a taste and she said it wasn’t ready

She stir it up slow and she cook it up steady

This is not a race track, living in the ASAP

I’m just trying to do it justice when it play back

Sometimes I gotta stall the BPM

So I can weave these dreams and polish up these gems

In the end, I got love for the show biz

But sometimes you gotta stop and smell the roses

Keeping up with the Kardashians and Joneses

Nah, I take my time and compose this

They say greatness get better with time

They say concrete roses hard to find

Sit inside my room, and let these thoughts bloom

It’s a secret garden in my mind

Flower child

Okay, buffering, creativity suffering

When you bustlin' hustlin' for the numbers and

You missed the journey if you climbed too fast

The beauty of the struggle when it comes to pass

Amateurs swear they need a balancer

I want that legendary like excalibur

Chasing calibers liberated as a bachelor

Traveler, never falling victim to these calendars

Rough draft after rough draft

No staff, perfecting on my abstract craft

And now they calling me celebrity

Only thing I give a damn about is my integrity

They play the game like checkers when I’m talking bout chess

Tryna do more when I’m talking bout less, I stress

Quantity ain’t always quality

So let me formulate my prophecy

When the lights get low and you notice I am the sun

The winter time was snow but only little you know

I will still breathe, give me the keys

I’m resuscitating the game, see me in CPR

My name is a gun cocked, gun shot

Dead and I won’t stop

Gun cocked, gun shot

Head in a pine box

With a dozen roses, hold this with a gift card

Gun cocked, gun shot

Flowers on your momma’s yard

They say greatness get better with time

They say concrete roses hard to find

Sit inside my room, and let these thoughts bloom

It’s a secret garden in my mind

Flower child

They say greatness gets better with time

So why expedite my prime?

See I’m just a lilac tied to the earth

Exuding the fragrance of light and birth

So respect my photosynthesis

My petals, my stems, full of nourishing flow

You thought this was a love song, but no

I just need you to let me grow