[Hook: Pink Navel] When I was unsure how to do what I want I came back to this thought of how I dropped the ball So easily and I was unsure how I got back to unwanted parts And how I just get lost when this thoughts would stop [Verse 1: Pink Navel] But it might not Sight lines stretched eyedrops to find slots of time to make music Find new creative beauty I my mind to find out it's not groovy Okay Stepping out of my comfort zone currently Shout out Sean Ford for the thumping chrome sugar beat Mixed it with the buttery quickly penned words From the Dot Dev poet via Yacht Team, ya heard Thoughts squeezed to verbs, then I move past it All rappers are voice actors if you're passionate Flow steeped in magic, mind gnomes attracted Then I just shut them out with my rapping A stuttering bombastic, came through with the mapping charts out where it happened The light bulb blasting beams above my cranium When I'm in my pocket the bedroom becomes a stadium [Verse 2: Sean Ford] Sean Ford is the biggest procrastinator u know Cuz he made this beat a real long time ago Back in the Conroe studio with the homie Brendo Yo I didn't really know how to flow and I still don't tho But, I got people waiting on this song like they livin in slo-mo That was then and this is now Back before I was able to find my own sound Back when I used to walk all around town Cuz my 2000 Chevy suburban broke down The same one Haley would hop in and call the bus Glad I've always got them, it's never been just us Glad that I finished school so my motivation is up I can finally drop this mixtape to show y'all what's up I've learned not to read the comments to stay out of all that nonsense "When I was unsure how to do what I want I came back to the thought of how I ALWAYS drop I ball" "Maybe now, I can do what please, cuz at the end of the day it's all about me"

[Verse 1: Sean Ford] Everyday I grind, living life on repeat When I work, I teach, when I rap, I preach Put it on the beat it's my therapy I feel like chemo wasn't fair to me Running through veins like amphetamines Wonderin what it really means I write my bars like they symphonies Employing metaphors like they similes Hop on the mic to soliloquy Or monologue or rant Cuz I never get the chance To let my feelings out Like a leaky spout I’ve been broken I’ve been bored I’m done joking I hit record I'm reckless I feel like the girl from Precious Because life wasn't fair to her Maybe I'm not the main character [Verse 2: BlackFace Alien] I had a dream I could levitate And everything was grey It persists through the day So I can never tell if I’m asleep or awake It’s like one long take I need pinch or a shock Million watts times googolplex Or a trip to Hotel in Budapest I ex-ist because I think I think I don’t exist The twist I think I don’t exist That’s a word that’s a verb that I don’t do Or haven’t in a minute thats a habit that I live in There’s rabbits in the kitchen in the cabinets for the lettuce and the cabbage to prepare a word salad Better some nouns from the garden I engage in semantic jargon to relate or escape I would grant a pardon If I had any power of my own to bargain But I don’t and I won’t and I can’t cuz I only use singular pronouns What I got’s scant to keep myself afloat It’s funny cuz we all in the same boat Oh no

I found you Where am I you don't post on twitter (yea) why you so bitter (woo) deleted my tumblr (hey) Never know what to say you did the things you did now I can never forget you made me who I am something I don't understand you do the things you do everybody hates on you Said I was your only friend While crying in my bed I gave you a place to stay Then I wouldn't go away Look me in my eyes I'm not telling lies don't post on twitter (yeah) why you so bitter (woo) I've lost my mind (no) I'm out of time (woah) Maybe we were never lost are always meant to be apart Somethings don't have a cost Like this, it's my art It may not make sense to you

Sean Ford and SB the Moor It's just like what you heard before Sean Ford and SB the Moor With the same flow, don't expect more Wrote these bars speeding down the 4 Los Angeles, Ruby Yacht tour Just joined the fans on discord Garden of Poets, that's the ward Found my People, praise the lord Gotta get home soon Got something to prove Driving fast, without fear redlining in third gear This the last track you'll hear Sean Ford and SB the Moor Finished my verse, open the door

Dropping this to myself a favor Enlisting in Consistori Gay Saber They rejected me. said my rhymes were weak "Pick a better scheme, and stop being a meme" I reacted kindly, though I disagree Do what you love, don't chase a fee or a fare, or some stares, or a high salary Make a life goal out of debauchery Try to be who you were meant to be Look towards me for humility Some platitudes from Sean Ford 2015