Lyrics Pandemic - Oswin Benjamin , Tamy Stevens

This might be my magnum Opus
This might be the year I gain focus
I been quarantining for the league got cancelled
Been more Distant then I have social
I Find Peace In the silence of corridors
The 4 walls do abort the noise
Y'all outside
Stayin ain't new to me
I was born About two Weeks post mature
Call me soft
But if you want clash With a titan we can get Shit kraken
Light killers through glass scopes
Know niggas good with fiber optics
Or just fiber how they make shit happen
Make shift booth I make shifts happen
Brave heart if you cross the passion on God
I would perform
In front of mirrors and my girl
Way before the applause Nigga

I'm good Inside
I'm good On the link
You ain't gotta check In Wit Me
I'm doing better than last time
I been on that time
I'm good inside
Fuck. What. You. Think.
You ain't gotta check in Wit Me

Gave a lot of me to the streams
Did a few collabs For a quarter of the rate
Pimped out Avoiding a late fee
Tryna take lyft off But Uber's the main squeeze
4.93 Rating
5 Star verses
Something ain't adding up to me
Got enough drive For my own Ride share app
On the Mic I could make Holmes out the beats
You don't hear me tho
I done held peace for collateral
Tryna move linear with people moving lateral
All that talking out the side Of Your face
Is a quick Way To get a machine to ya attitude
I been focused indoors
Whole Lotta Drama I opt Out to endure
All the miles
I put on the whip Bought me farther from the bullshit
And closer to God
Nigga

I'm good Inside
I'm good On the link
You ain't gotta check In Wit Me
I'm doing better than last time
I been on that time
I'm good inside
Fuck What You Think
You ain't gotta check in Wit Me

I still hear Naj in my sleep
I still scroll through our old Messages
I play Strong although I weep
Swipe tears Swiftly to hide the evidence
Sleep never been Such a difficult task
Shit been feeling Wilder than ever Knees weak shadow
Boxing with the Fury I been trying to mask
I hit the flask When I think of Murph Hitting that 10 count on the mat
On God
This a whole Different type of pain
I done met a different side of Oz
Humble hay Makers
Broke guards I done got my pride rocked
Hanging on to different type of scars
Trying to grieve
Tryna heal From the upsets
The petrol trolls do Confess
The gas, the fake daps The Lying tongues claiming you up next
I'm better far away that fuck Shit Boy
I'm good inside

Even if you ain't part of pandemic Ima treat you like you got it
Staying clear of the bullshit ain't ever been a problem
No
I ain't worry bout it
I'm good

I'm good Inside
I'm good On the link
You ain't gotta check In Wit Me
I'm doing better than last time
I been on that time
I'm good inside
Fuck. What. You. Think
You ain't gotta check in. Wit Me