Gloves* Video (MV)

My fingers don't fit in the gloves that used to be my pair
My palms are calloused hardened skin they feel like leather yeah
My stature larger my arms can't fit between the picture frame
My skin is darkened tan my calves the work has barely changed

I talked to Father Time to change the rate at which I age
I smoke so often after work so I can cut the days
I rode the bike for years my location hasn't changed
Stagnation crossed me strong-armed and brutish I turned away

My flowers went summers un-pollinated
The critical moments were automated
I made it to autumn
I've done what I taught him I know what's a stake so I rap like I'm starving
Obsession with all of the content content with my lyrical content

Every step taken is complex
I ran out of olives to chew in leu of my father's arrest
The branches went withering next
I'm stuck between mending the ends or growing the next

Ended in sights with no ends
End with no ink in the pen
The factors of olives I used as excuses to bend
I only hurt me in the end

What even happened the darker time turned me to rapping
The rapping kept me in the darker times
I'm basking in rudiment all the time
Bask in the pits that I proudly would colonize

Bask in the passion I thought I could monetize
Bask in the passion I thought I could monetize

My fingers don't fit in the gloves that used to be my pair
My palms are calloused hardened skin they feel like leather yeah
My stature larger my arms can't fit between the picture frame
My skin is darkened tan my calves the work has barely changed

I talked to Father Time to change the rate at which I age
I smoke so often after work so I can cut the days
I rode the bike for years my location hasn't changed
Stagnation crossed me strong-armed and brutish I turned away