Himbo Slice - Passover Lyrics

I've been burnt out
Washed up
Passed over
I've been worn down
Boom or bust
Getting colder
But every closed door
Invites you to kick
Another one open
So Ima come back and spit
I've been burnt out
Washed up
Passed over
I've been worn down
Boom or bust
Getting colder
But every closed door
Invites you to kick
Another one open
So Ima come back and spit
I'm from a town that no one would ever know the name
The dream was to graduate
Go to Harvard Law or Notre Dame
All the same
I ended up at Ball State
Learned my happiness wasn't predicated on GPA
Go to the Ivy League
Train MMA
Or rap
I'm two for three
And to be honest I'm okay with that
Because if you told me back when I was sixteen
That I'd be fulfilled
Be on the road to living dreams
I'd honestly scream
That's more than I could ever ask
Yet the more I get done
The more I scheme and craft
The more I get some
The more I can't relax
The more I hear a song
The more I wanna come back
I've been burnt out
Washed up
Passed over
I've been worn down
Boom or bust
Getting colder
But every closed door
Invites you to kick
Another one open
So Ima come back and spit
I've been burnt out
Washed up
Passed over
I've been worn down
Boom or bust
Getting colder
But every closed door
Invites you to kick
Another one open
So Ima come back and spit
Found the light of life
Life of the party
Light in the dark
The anchor that keeps me grounded when my mind and body drift apart
Finally focused on what I needed
And got my start
Now I'm getting recognition for reignited sparks
Living off borrowed time
The twisters in my head spin faster
Agony and masterpieces dosie do thereinafter
I drive hard
And got things mastered
Rapping for acclaim like Tony Bowens and Max Caster
I'm a self starter
Self motivated
I worker harder
But in the end couldn't do it without the love I've garnered
Ship captain
With inspiration
I sail farther
Had treasures on board and finally made it out the damn harbor
No longer harboring fruits of melancholy and harvesting
I know where to go
Ready to begin profiting
Off of constant of offerings
Dropped by this prodigy
That I broadcast in spite of this blight of mediocrities
I've been burnt out
Washed up
Passed over
I've been worn down
Boom or bust
Getting colder
But every closed door
Invites you to kick
Another one open
So Ima come back and spit
I've been burnt out
Washed up
Passed over
I've been worn down
Boom or bust
Getting colder
But every closed door
Invites you to kick
Another one open
So Ima come back and spit