Lyrics That's O.K. - Jonwayne

That's O.K.

That’s okay, my mind’s blank anyway
I never have a thing to say, and if I do
I write a song about it
This ain’t therapy it’s too crowded
Personality drowned out
And stomped
And soundless
Maimed even if you claimed
Style is sound, bitch
Might as well be talkin'
To myself up here
You never listen
What you fear is if you
Listen you might hear some shit
So I clear these clips
And hope the recoil kicks
I ain’t trying to appease spoiled kids
See them down, boil with the boy
Skull rapping that Hamlet
They know that I’m ill
Can’t stand it
I don’t fuck with the gang
Can’t stand it
I’m too fat for these hoops
They demandin'
I’m not a stand in
I’m my own man, (uh), (yeah)
I’m my own man
You better watch your mouth
Cause I’m my own man, I ain’t
Holdin' back for no one else
I’ma show you who I am with my
Own hands, I’ma cold man, own man
I’ma do it my way 'til I’ma old man
You better feel what I say from my soul, man
I’ma own man, my own man
That’s okay, my mind’s blank anyway
I never have a thing to say
And if I do, I ain’t tellin' you
I been silent for a minute
Growin' up with my nephews
I was an alcoholic quitting cold
Turkey in the cabin
When at home I had to clean out the cabinet
When at home I had to clean out the contacts
Just some people who would never call me back
Then I drop 100 pounds like a lad
In a lap dance, magic up in my pen
Ya’ll are writing something tragic
Stanzas, can’t stand up, re-branded
Damage, asinine, anti-aspirin
Outlandish rapping
Only for the cash
Mercenary ass
Can’t hold a damn candle to a light bulb
BING, Google and Bing me, king me
If you wanna compete, boy
You catch me in a different kind of scenery, singin'
I’ma own man, own man
You better watch your fuckin' mouth
Cause I’m my own man, I ain’t
Holdin' back for no one else
I’ma show you who I am with my own hands
I’ma cold man, own man, I’ma do it my way 'til
I’m an old man, you better feel what I say from my soul, man, I’m my own man,
own man
That’s okay, my mind’s blank anyway
I never have a thing to say, and if I do
I’ll let the city sing it
Mmm… You hear that?
That’s the sound of us, baby
3:37 in the morning
Rolling down fourth street
The snores, and the hearts
The quiet pin drops, stillness
Like pastries behind the glass
Mmm, what a sweet melody
Swelling the empty of night time
That’s why I feel like I’m the only man alive
Maybe I am, that’s why I write all these things
You know?
Away from all the snakes who bite
And the biters who snake
Away from the screams
And the pressure
And the invisible favors
Away from homie prophecies
And hindsight heroes
Away from you, really, yeah
It’s lonely, but maybe I’m all I need
You know?
Me and my crew, Authors, here
In a silent way, yeah, in a silent way