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lirik lagu jay kanabay - testimony

(yo, this sh~t is a masterpiece)
(do i say anything at the beginning?)
(i’m just gonna say a bunch of stupid sh~t, okay?)
(just follow your impulses, what~, what would you say at the beginning?)
(lil sto’)
(i’m gonna eat everyone)
(of course he is)
(you should, you should put the ~, us talking at the end of the song)
(yeah? you think so?)

i think i gotta a hit on the d~low
but, show a little confidence, they think i got an ego
yeah, all the kids in my classes
snortin’ at me as if they ain’t streamin’ back home
but i didn’t let it disrupt the passion
ass~kissin’ and fast~livin’ wasn’t my tempo
back then, broke a sweat when they asked
if i was that kid who talked sh~t on an album

but the sh~t that i talked lacked clarity
barely even aware of disparity
between complicated cadence, faced with anguish
raw poetry forging changes
and i’m not shamin’ me or past projects
the knowledge of honest reviews got me polished, but ~
(my rhymes are dope, this beat is sick)
that wasn’t ever really gonna do the trick
pardon me
let me breathe
find it hard not to fill every beat with a word that can ~ um… (sh~t)
give me some time, let me catch up
(bro you’re famous)
nah, overrated (overrated)
not exhilarated to be the new poster face of my hometown

i tell myself that the hate didn’t change what i think
just the way that i say it
crossed off that line ten times
sacrificed for rhymes that’ll get more plays in
honestly, i’m lookin’ for a sellout
take validation over my parent’s bas~m~nt
throw it all away, then, just like all my faves did
‘cause i can amaze the world, but i’ll never change it

this is testimony, here’s what i got
i feel your eyes upon me, pandora’s box
can it be validated if somewhat fabricated?
i seek out problems just to complain ‘til they stop
i am not my heroes, not my heroes, nah
i write my music alone, self~sabotage
this is my testimony, here’s what i’m not
do you like how it turned out?
wait, let the suburban white boy flex
destroy sets but joyless as it gets
baggin’ checks with impressive subtext
but upset when people tell him he’s “up next”
maybe that’s the curse of my condition
i want it all now, skip the exposition
a product of the riches minus the rags
guess i’m just a rich kid havin’ a blast

all of my heroes rappin’ ‘bout how they started from zero
kilos in the trunk, but music got ‘em a tour in europe
they’re livin’ on the streets ‘til the beats turned ‘em into a beast
they all spit about real sh~t and tragedies
can’t lie, can’t complain ‘bout my life
my cat died, and heartbroken a few times
no mob ties, or gang violence stressin’ me
just with my guys, no hungry eyes i had to feed

sounds like i’m whining, i guess
trying to dive into my past
i’m dying to find peace in unrest
but i see no reason why it exists
i always had food on the table, the bills, they were paid, all finances were stable
this doesn’t feel valid (adlib) (adlib)
hope you can see where i meet a challenge
well, to sum it all up
i still got a lot in my cup
but feel like i’m never enough
so i turn to writing in journals, then fancy it up
(ay) this isn’t even the last verse
it gets worse when i’ll find that love hurts, but…
we’re not there yet, so…
let me take a little skid on the ski slope. (are we there yet?)

this is testimony (a chorus?), here’s what i got (already?)
i feel your eyes upon me, pandora’s box. (i didn’t even know what he said the first time)
can it be validated if somewhat fabricated?
i seek out problems just to complain ‘til they stop. (you already said this sh~t)
i am not my heroes, not my heroes, nah
i write my music alone, self~sabotage. (he talks so much, i have no room to speak)
this is my testimony, here’s what i’m not. (is it in yet?)
do you like how it turned out?

(he’s changing the flow, he’s changing the flow)
(bro, he stopped the beat, he stopped the beat)

had to switch up the flow to go with the subject
been on my own, so the lonely hope is up next
veer off the road to go toe~to~toe with what i confess
can’t fathom a teenage verse without s~x

that’s what my mind says, (s~x)
before i find breath, (lots of s~x)
‘cause what’s success if i have no one to share it with? (okay)
all alone, the elephant in the room
to mention in a review, send credit to where it’s due. (uh)
give it just another minute, (there’s another minute?)
i’ve been looking for a girl who can recognize the vision
a girl my parents like, but my friends are still chill with
someone that i can show off when i can’t be independent
wait a second, testimony turned defendant
the o’s and exes have a way of being infectious. (tic~tac~toe)
i’m still protective, what if what i’m looking for
lives behind closed doors but influences my directive?

(uh) let me set the scene, (nope)
the fault of falling for an idea, not a being
don’t ask me about our time together, just check the pictures
i like saying i’m in love above the actual feeling
saying i’m in love above the actual feeling
d~mn, now that’s a little unappealing. (breathe through it, breathe)
maybe i’m just looking for a girl to stay
if she’s the one that i can complete the perfect cliche with

yeah, these are just words, i guess
i still want a girl with a nice face and big ~
personality, bring back the beat, actually someone who can manage me
the challenge being savagery when i write with transparency
i’ll cross that bridge, but for now, i haven’t found it
i write about breakups ‘cause the pain is where my sound is
i’ve loved before, and i want to love again
maybe finally i should be keen to put down the pen

- lirik lagu jay kanabay

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