Damone Tyrell Open Lid
[Verse 1]
Yeah
Behind enemy lines
Clashing swords with the opposition
I pray mercy and blessings all on my competition
Full assault while I'm searching for blood and glory
Erasing your chapter shortly, this is the end of your story
That false bravado, only reached by tipping the bottle
Learning to play my role for younger children, the model
Regardless of either pill, red or blue is hard to swallow
Switching between my conscious asking which me I should toggle
Feeling the stress consistency brings, it's hard to spread my own wings when i'm aware that they only move with the string
Feeling fulfilment based on my singular sense of value
Products of an equation, I'm hoping I could amount to
[Hook]
But when you full of dirty cans and banana pills
It makes you question if the virtues that you hold are real
Are you lying 'bout the feelings that you chase?
Is it normal for a person to be filled with all this waste?
[Bridge]
I should dump it out
I might just have to dump it out
I should dump it out
I might just have to dump it out
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
I've been airing out my dirty laundry hoping that I shake the stench
MVP, but I spend most the season on the bench
I've been critiquing my performance like I'm in the stands
In all reality I never gave myself a chance
Doubting every decision, acting beyond attention
Speaking in riddles cause I don't want no one to know my feelings
Changing my wardrobe can't wear my heart on my sleeve
Literacy stats low, they say i'm too hard to read
[Hook]
But when you full of dirty cans and banana pills
It makes you question if the virtues that you hold are real
Are you lying 'bout the feelings that you chase?
Is it normal for a person to be filled with all this waste?
I should dump it out
[Verse 3]
But trash day ain't until Monday
I'm full of myself, hubris collection on a Sunday
I try to recycle lines, about heartache and gun play
And how i'm taking off like i'm speeding down a runway
I keep so many secrets from people that I don't know myself
Commit my hours to music instead of mental health
I'm growing distant, keeping emotions hidden
Don't even think my fans are connected past several listens
My mom smelled my breath and said something inside is rotten
It must be used confessions and memories I've forgotten
So much on my mind, I don't even know what focus is
Holding all this dirt left me burdened with an open lid
[Hook]
But when you full of dirty cans and banana pills
It makes you question if the virtues that you hold are real
Am I lying 'bout the feelings that you chase?
Is it normal for a person to be filled with all this waste?
[Outro]
I should dump it out
I might just have to dump it out
I should dump it out
I might just have to dump it out
Yeah
