Ruda - 6am in Mechanisville Lyrics

(And what's behind the curtain
I don't know, I don't ask)
(Are you any good?)
You tell me
(It may be the thing that I am best at)
Okay, it's six in the morning, I guess I must've overslept
Gotta get my thoughts together now and hold my breath
Ah, stand and stretch, shoot my man a text
He shoots me back the flex emoji, says he's on his way, let's get this check
Back in the day we used to spend our evenings getting wrecked
Now we're pushing work trucks to job sites to overcorrect
Skipped college but still piling up the debt
This blue collar around my neck
Gives a degree of respect I ain't expect
But nevertheless, it don't always pay the bills
The inflation rates risin' while the pressure steadily builds
Another day in the life, another reel for the appeal
Ain't no more filter on my eyes cause I took the time to heal
So I can't wait for a meal, look, we can't wait for the deal
And we've convinced ourselves it isn't enough reason to go out and steal
So I'm robbing beats with a new license to ill
And I'm in the backseat with the devil doing some lines
So Ceo take the wheel
(God damn)
(It helps me think)
(I don't know, I don't ask)
(Helps me focus)
I tell my son to keep his grades in the scope of his rifle
And I know one day my daughter could win American Idol
(I see you girl)
I try to lead by example, that comparison's vital
Yeah, I got skeletons in my closet, I'm missing pages in my Bible
I had to get off the prescriptions to avoid that vicious cycle
It was a repetitious crutch that I ain't want my kids to follow
Handle your problems without them
Now that's the hardest pill to swallow I know
It took me plenty of times before I dropped the bottle
But these days I try and walk around and keep my head up
But it's tough and even harder not to show how much I'm fed up
I'm thinking every day how Rxse and I can get this bread up
Got us in the studio finding flows that'll wake the dead up
But the traps inside this rap game can make this shit feel like a setup
Anxiety and bipolar depression only brings the threat up
I buried most of my triggers, I won't dig the rest up
Thankful that when I go outside, I don't zip a vest up
(And what's behind the curtain, I don't know, I don't ask)
(Are you any good, It may be the thing that I am best at)
(This probably sounds weird but uh, I feel like I'm connected to it,
It helps me think)
I end each day in the studio, that's just the way it goes
Either working on a verse or putting my logo on some clothes
Another beat into a hearse, I leave it murdered like a group of crows
Finished up the collab, started booking us some shows
And who knows just how far we can make this rap thing go
Well shit, I do, I'm manifesting this
What I say grows, and I'm proof
You gotta walk a couple yellow brick roads all alone
And truth be told, they ain't all paved in gold
You hear Ruda and Rxse, think Kanye and Conway
Y'all clown behind the mics, a bunch of Eric Andre's
Added Azlo to the mix, now we're serving up the entree's
We get it poppin' in this bitch for the padres and madres
Tal vez en otra vida
I'm smoking on some country grown with little red hairs
That's word to Reba
We're magical and y'all suck and that's just word to Eureka
I can sell stripes to cheetahs and spots to zebras
Shit, I'm the cream of the crop, y'all just the average slice of pizza
Y'all's raps are food poisoning with a side of amnesia
Y'all should avoid me like the worm in the tequila shit
Avoid me like a subpoena, bitch
(Helps me focus you know when I'm here I can, control the chaos)