They're in way too deep, but the root of the issue is superficial
Every diss they do is using a pistol to shoot a missile
You official? Well I make the moves that don't miss you
How you walk to the talk wearing shoes that don't fit you?
They missed you, passed 'em over, going back acting bolder
Now we're older and they're talking faster but I'm laughing slower
They're happy sober 'cause they're high on life
but fail to mention what a bad trip that high's been like
it's kind of nice, this looking in perspective
from outside the box I witness at a distance with a crooked grin, reflective of what could've been
With such a satisfying pity
Pretty sad, but that's the shitty side I've had to hide within me
Well I'm sick of being red flagged, finished flying half mast
All this shit they said one day that I'd look back and laugh at
Yeah, I'm still waiting for the humor in it
I'm still sitting at my ending, patient for that new beginning

I don't think that I'm the one
I don't feel like I'm above 'em, I don't know what I'll become
But what I do know, is when it's said and done
It's more about the chase than the run
I don't think that I'm the one
I don't feel like I'm above 'em, I don't know what I'll become
But what I do know, is when it's said and done
It's more about the chase than the run

Let the record show: I know it's not a simple "yes" or "no"
They wrote a letter saying "let it go" and signed it x and o.
Bless the soul that hasn't sold it yet
the one that's getting no respect but holds onto their morals with a slow success
if it all, yes, I know the shit I talk
Never one to soften when externalizing inner thoughts
but listen, I'm giving yall the vision I wish had then
Back when I stood before a path that wasn't past tense
but that's then, this is now, all I gotta figure out
is what fuck that's supposed to mean, I think I'm fit to vouch
and tell my story, though it's short it's gotta lot of lessons
Beginnings and endings and blending of curse and blessing
That together form experience, enough to relate to
For anyone, create the need to follow where I take you
Shift the love to hate then watch it cycle back, light to black
Every type of past uniting through the slightest crack
in wishing they could travel back and fix it
Before that crack was shifted to a crumbled wall of fallen stacks of bricks it's
the same shit, different but synonymous and parallel
the fact stress is carried well's a win and lose 'cause half the hell
You're living through is overlooked, that's why I laugh
Step back look at life like a joke I finally grasp
Hoping while I pass through existence, I can turn a passion to a living
Without asking for assistance

I don't think that I'm the one
I don't feel like I'm above 'em, I don't know what I'll become
But what I do know, is when it's said and done
It's more about the chase than the run
I don't think that I'm the one
I don't feel like I'm above 'em, I don't know what I'll become
But what I do know, is when it's said and done
It's more about the chase than the run

I don't think that I'm the one
I don't feel like I'm above 'em, I don't know what I'll become
But what I do know, is when it's said and done
It's more about the chase than the run
I don't think that I'm the one
I don't feel like I'm above 'em, I don't know what I'll become
But what I do know, is when it's said and done
It's more about the chase than the run