Lyrics Consensus - Quadeca, Peter Kuli

Consensus

Think I’ve got a consensus, bein' lost in the trenches
Adolescent lessons expressin' God’s job is to tempt us
Makin' it hard to stay alive, it’s so easy to die
Makin' you hang your head low, but say, «Reach for the skies»
Life is a walkin' contradiction, I’ve seen through its lies
I’m just tryin' to tell the stories I’ve seen through its eyes
I feel I’m forcing and feeding of off reasons to cry
With all this fake deep bullshit, I’m too eager to try
Everybody sendin' blessings in need of reply
Tryin' to sell their own tears, for they bleedin', they dry
Fuck your demons inside, I’m in need of the, «Why?»
So I can summarize my life through my breathing inside
Like, oh well, I can say that I tried, yeah
Hopped in this life and I stayed for the ride
So many beautiful faces, but they vacant inside
And I’m just patiently waiting for the day I decide, yeah
This reminds me of days when I drive in L. A
I’m screamin', «Hi», to the sky with a smile on my face
Now I’m hidin' my face, I keep tryin' to trace
All the steps that I have taken to find my place
Swept out to ocean, so lonely waves feel like an embrace
Now I’m lookin' at my mic like it’s sent as a prophet
I used to be an atheist, but that turned me agnostic
Recently, I’ve been wondering if I’ve fuckin' lost it
See my friends from kindergarten go to rehab
That’s the type of shit that makes you think back
To simpler times, blissfully ignorant minds
Before reality would ground us, we would live in the skies
And as a- and as a kid, I never thought I’d be bein' like this (Nah)
And as a kid, I never thought this would even exist
I felt elusive, intangible, just steam in the mist
Now I’m wakin' up feelin' I ain’t even this shit
You only look at what you got once you see that it’s lost
And life’s too gradual for me to believe in my sauce
Don’t understand rappers braggin', «I got that paper on me»
Man, I got kids in schools who doin' presentations on me
So what the fuck you really value tryin' to take that from me?
To me, I’ll take that over Rollies and makin' some money
Rain or sunny, I’ma do this every day, I study
And write these lyrics till my brain is fuzzy, damn
Like Tyler Creator tweets, I just capitalize
These Romans tally up my hits with the capital I’s
This is a natural high
I see it comin' from afar, I’m still actin' surprised, but I ain’t mastered the
skies
I wrote this album so much passion, I actually cried
They think cause I was never trappin', my rap is a lie
They think 'cause I’m an awkward kid, I’m invalid
As DJ Khaled’s son receivin' a platinum plaque for bein' alive
Throughout half of my album, it wasn’t good enough
Shit, I mean it still isn’t good enough
I’m like an active volcano, I know I could erupt
But I guess I am not full enough, yeah
I swear the higher you get, that’s the lower you feel
Man, that’s more shit you gotta do, or you won’t get a deal
Man, that’s more shit you gotta prove, so they know that it’s real
30 seconds of listenin', thinkin' you know how I feel
Yeah, this a motherfucking thesis statement
Came a long way, I cannot be complacent
Every day I wake up stressed, I have to be the greatest
And if not, then that’s a day I truly feel I’ve wasted
Most of the pressure on my shoulders is comin' from me
So when I die, I know I left us with somethin' to leave
So when I wake up every day with someone to be, damn
I got so much shit I’ve- g-got to…
I’ve got somethin' to see?
I don’t fuckin' know, man
Shit
Hope that sounded genuine, because I meant it