Текст песни Recalibrated - Andradece

Last time we talked, all my clothes were faded
My mind was unstable, I had to recalibrate it
Had some time off and took a vacation

Well I booked a flight, left for the airport but never made it
My last neighbors always yelled at my house
Calling me "loud" giving me lip, moving their mouth

Something about scaring off the neighbors in town
I wish I could help, but I don't know how, the flow is too foul
Red flags up and down me, that's all I display
Troubled mind of a genius is my character trait

It's not hard to explain I'm a rapper, producer, audio engineer
I'm a jack of all trades
I got the best fruit that's why I'm the last one hanging
My floors stay littered with ink and pencil shavings

I drive myself insane, self-incarcerated
I put myself in harm's way just to say I did it
More pure, less carbonated
Y'all are mixed, I'm straight, uncut, unadulterated

Go check the latest ratings
Hit 'em up them rotten tomatoes
I just spaz on track and record whatever I'm saying
His flow was was dull, borderline lazy

The beats were eh, he's nothing amazing
The vibe is gritty, I wish he would change it
Sorry homie, but this ain't make a wish foundation
I paid my dues, no IOUs, no loans, no advance, no interest accrued

I hit reject on all Venmo requests I review
Biggest threat to me is just me alone in a room (yeah)
I spend my days with one goal, get better (yeah)
Love for game like she's wearing my sweater

You rappers chase the fame but don't know when to grab her
They just want it handed to them on silver platter (uh)
I'm what organic is
No filter no capping this

I been the same person, y'all have been polyamorous
I've been feeding off comments, a practice considered cancerous
Don't be acting astonished you know I've been a perfectionist
Got my license to drive where I please at will

Play this song at a club, watch the lights go dim
'Cause I'm dark and we know that's no secret here
I built my image on depressive and moody feels
Longevity depends on talent

When the talent runs out the hard work starts counting
All you industry plants I'll pull you out from the roots
Chop you up like some food and squeeze out all the juice
Hell's Kitchen on the mic I'm in a yelling mood

Fertilize my tracks that's why they sound like me
But feels related to you
No one taught me how to sing
I just found my tune, I just found my groove

Michelin three star, I order beats to go
My next steps, well wouldn't y'all like to know?
They wanna a sneak preview, a discount, and free demo uh
At your service like C three PO

I know full well you ain't sold on me yet
Look I've been where you are, I understand it that's facts
You don't who I am, you only know that I rap
But then again, that's all that matters if we're honest ya? uh

West coast, screaming out who's next
Like birdman "say my name with respect"
2008 Lehman Brothers meets Wall Streets Bets
If you hate me so much just call me your ex uh