Текст песни The Writing Process - Trey Posey

Rough Drafts Volume 1
But turn ya volume up
Yessir
Check, check, check, check, check dawg
Let's go

Picking the pen up, prewriting
Let's expand horizons
Pointing out prizes provided while planning heists'
The process kinda frightening
But excitement is heightening
The writing's ripening
Inviting a vision that's enlightening
Lighting and rain, brainstorming in my brain
I'm igniting a flame, tunnel vision, cropped you out of the frame
Crops, wheats, and grains, bread is what I aim for
Unless you in the way, but it ain't about the change
It's bout the change
Y'all have no sense or cents
How that make sense
Since I was a jit, been a sinner good with sentences
Never said much, I was hoping I could give you this
To listen when you feeling like you less
Anxious and stressed
Nervous to present to the class
But don't want my name called last
Tryna get it over with and pass
At the lab late, perfecting my craft
Like who's up? Check the stats
Let me do some research and suit up
So we can start the draft

Yeah
(It's stages to the writing, plotting outlining, drafting revising)
Let's start this shit
(Trust the process and the timing, trust the process, aye)
See we just getting started man
(Trust the process, trust the process, trust the process)
Yessir

Drafting stages, torn pages from aggravation
Masked faces, let it fly like bats in cages
Loaded bases, loaded ammo, it's a home invasion
Homes raided
Spraying raid on you piss ants that's hating
Closing cases cause my vision was premeditated
Yeah I killed the track
But the tracks were not investigated
Separated myself from suspects they speculated
Especially lucky they ain't see the blood speckles on my laces
Never plead, they don't wanna speak on me being next
They beating around the edge of the hedge
Fucking the world on the edge of the bed
Left em for dead
Got life on its death bed
Blood clots, ink blots from a red pen
So blessed, the devil told me that I'm heaven sent
I'm a parasite, y'all my host, David Letterman
Sending letters in, I'm a G, no F's to give
Open letters to my every sin
On the way is Spoken Letters
Eating and still fed up
Drafts I entered
I can't put the pen up
Time to revise, you guys know better

Y'all know better
(It's stages to the writing, plotting, outlining, drafting, revising)
Spoken Letters on the way
(Trust the process and the timing, trust the process, aye)
Don't speak on it though
I got one more, one more, one more
(Trust the process, trust the process, trust the process)
Let's get to revising, uh huh

Uh, revising the paper
Blood, sweat and tears on the table
You don't want smoke or the vapor
Your brain ain't wired right
Let me fix your cable
Tape recorders, like barbers
I'll give your ass a taper
Fades and all
Play, no pause
NASA called and said I'm taking off
Taking off the roof of this
No ceilings or limits
Above the cloud, cumulus
I'll be a star, so luminous
I'm so ruthless
Drooling and spitting, I'm toothless
Or ludicrous
Making hits like I'm Ludacris, Brown
Beating the world in the ground
Fucked the world, watch the ultrasound
I'm often crowned
Also lost and found
Me and my dogs the hounds, word
Making all our rounds around the doggy pound
Separate ourselves from the Lil Uzi verbs
I'm not talking nouns, now
These are the chronicles
Driven roads and rendezvoused
Anything is possible
Written flows that's optimal
I got a lot to prove
Shot my shots for the draft too
I promise the project gon' heal all your wounds
See you soon