The music video KYST was released on 11 March 2019.
My eternal clock tickin'
Has got a nigga trippin'
Stressed for a livin'
The pressure, I can feel it
The sky ain't the limit
I'm breachin' through the ceilin'
Hard to keep composure when your heart ain't even in it
Tell me how you keep it
Tell me how you keep it
Tell me how you keep it
Tell me how you keep your shit together when everythin' is fallin' apart, God
My mind been runnin' in circles constantly
It's got to be the opposite of positive velocity
My head still in the clouds
Looking at stars, that's astronomy
While ponderin' powerful possibilities and beautiful soliloquies
The characteristic traits of the greats
Save me a place and a plate, and I'll say grace while you save face
You coppin' out, like coppin' pleas, appeased by your savin' grace
These niggas talkin' beef but never speak when we raise the stakes
Cease to brin' the heat and keep it movin' like roller skates
Protected about as well as JFK in the motorcade
I cascade over the grass knoll by a flagpole
Aimed at a movin' target, hit or miss, at least I shot my shot, uhh
My eternal clock tickin'
Has got a nigga trippin'
Stressed for a livin'
The pressure, I can feel it
The sky ain't the limit
I'm breachin'through the ceilin'
Hard to keep composure when your heart ain't even in it
Tell me how you keep it
Tell me how you keep it
Tell me how you keep it
Tell me how you keep your shit together when everythin' is fallin' apart, God
If it ain't one thing, it's always somethin' ain't it?
They gon' complain about the picture, irregardless of who painted it
The color composition and the hue becomes irrelevant
Could make a masterpiece but they going point out the flaws
Applaud that it's off, and tell you how to do your job
Critics and heretics are one and the same, they hypocrites
People love givin' opinions assumin' you give a shit
I tune it out, I'm not attentive, no I wasn't listenin'
Thinkin' you could do it better well go 'head and do it then
Watch you fail, come back and tell me how that feel
These niggas blind to the signs, yeah they might need braille
And the going fold under the pressure, that ain't hard to tell, nahh
My eternal clock tickin'
Has got a nigga trippin'
Stressed for a livin'
The pressure, I can feel it
The sky ain't the limit
I'm breachin' through the ceilin'
Hard to keep composure when your heart ain't even in it
Tell me how you keep it
Tell me how you keep it
Tell me how you keep it
Tell me how you keep your shit together when everythin' is fallin' apart, God
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KFU7TNqSxco
