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Dylan Cozart

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Always starting as the beat hit
Garner any thesis
Auction off my weaknesses
Town barker like, "Read this"
So it seems (Seams), pockets of my jeans is
Who I think I am
To call myself genius
I'm nameless
Too funky for a playlist
But wasn't why I made it
I fade into the background
Uncertain and anxious
Don't want them hear me saying
What I just wrote kind of playing
Into subjects of my brain
Creations one with me
Distorting up my vocals because I like it
I started making music as a side gig
Back in middle school I was quiet with it
Since then I've spent
About half my time on it
Still trying to make a life from it
I forgot to live mine a bit
Remind that my value ain't the price of it
Why all my idols sometimes go psycho a minute
Knowing soon I'll feel fine again
Made this little project to get out of my head a bit
World has such increasing pressure to it
But there's ways to rest and not let it get you down
Above the weather to the better bliss
Togetherness
Judging by my album streams, hardly any gonna hear this
How am I still delirious
Some twisted feelings wishing that
Mine aren't the only ears this hits
Dropping out of college I felt fearless
Had some fans and the air floating, nothing serious
Never knowing where to steer the ship
Why do I feel worthy of redemption arc (Ark)
I'm sure both sides the fence have got my face and name
I try to lend a heart
These mystic mentions of the missing parts
18 minute outro just to tell myself I did it
Listen later fully cringing at it
Also I felt awful realizing I forgot a friends name
When I was listing them
Told them all the songs are fifty/fifty
Profits low that if I split it
To each it'd be a couple cents to them
But in a year I'll give it
And now regardless of who's listening
I'm just penciling to order to sort my mental
Will I then hate this after releasing it
Guess I'm risking it
Experiment in labs
Mixing with the griddle flips
Sometimes my feelings get intense
But I ain't pitching fits
Build my business lifting the cinder bricks
All this is just scribbling
Show the city who the frick that Dylan is
I guess fitting in, was never really fit for him
I don't even got an end to this
But the songs go on to infinite
I'm not special nothing different from them
Flip around my name a million times
I've reinvented the pen I written it with
Style always switching so it's difficult
For one to be a fan of me
Plus proficient rambling
My stuff be filled of tangents in it
Shaking up the game like a tambourine
Can't put my life on hold I say, I get to answering
Talks with the fam sort of getting better these days
But still misunderstandings seem perpetually placed
Love my home, but independence levels lesser than drained
Need my self back, started hating everything I made
Thought I was worse than others
But had to come back to terms with
The fact that I'm worth it
So many people think they don't deserve it
We all got trauma that we're hurt with
It's not what's happened to you but how you work with it
All the people at the top are just faking it too
Confidence a crazy thing
Imagination to truth
The paper chase is just a maze
You couldn't pay for this view
Four walls been closing in, and so I'm raising the roof
I know who I am
The painting is framed for the sprucing up
Branching out and growing, but maintaining my roots
I really need to sprout with all this rain I've been through
By now you should know my name
Don't need to say it to you
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