Stress Fracture - Mick Jenkins, Mikahl Anthony

You can catch me

On the wave no jet ski

Ice cold no Gretzky

I don’t got time to figure out how I feel, for real

I don’t got a mind to figure out the fake and the real, at all

I don’t got dollars to deepen my pockets

Still got dimes, they nipping at the back of my heels

'Cause I look good (Look good)

I dress good (Look good, dress good)

Smoke good (Smoke good)

I stress a lot (Stress a lot)

Who do I run to?

The papers in frontal the pain that is subdue

They can’t see me undo

They can’t see me undone, I’m too lit right now

I’m big on the internet, pretend I ain’t into that (Let me hear that)

Love provides the fruits that don’t live too far from the tree

A peace of mind for her, the other half I can’t be

Why should I give a fuck about feelings?

(Feelings)

My heart’s getting cold (Iceberg, ice cold)

A piece of me to you is getting

Harder

It’s been in my experience that whenever you show yourself

For real, for real, you know

Motherfuckers like to take advantage, standing there naked you panic

When vantage points don’t get expanded

They offer you anecdotes based on the man that you were

More than the man that you plan to be

I go right back to the cannabis

It’s harder to change the intangibles

But I know I didn’t get this way randomly

Handing me cards that were played in advance

So while I poke her face, she stare grinning handsomely

Six hands ahead of me, had to be

Clean up my school, and janitor habits he gladly see

But there’s just some things that I never speak

There’s just some things that

You can catch me (But you can’t catch me that’s the thing)

On the wave no jet ski

Ice cold no Gretzky

I don’t got time to figure out how I feel, for real

I don’t got a mind to figure out the fake and the real, at all

I don’t got dollars to deepen my pockets

Still got dimes, they nipping at the back of my heels

Cause I look good (Look good)

I dress good (Look good, dress good)

Smoke good (Smoke good)

I stress a lot (Stress a lot)

Who do I run to?

The papers in frontal the pain that is subdue

They can’t see me undo

They can’t see me undone

I’m too lit right now

I’m big on the internet

I’m big on the internet