Party Of One

Happy birthday to me
 Toasting alone in a room by myself
 Playing this EP on repeat
 Contemplating if I'm losing myself
 Looking back on my path
 Quarter of a century gone and this is where I'm at
 Mad disappointed by the fact
 That I cannot stand the reflection I'm staring at
 Party of one, rolling dolo
 Sipping rum from this solo cup
 Feeling like Austin misplaced his powers
 I'm just tryna bring my mojo up
 So what's up, I got to play the hand I was dealt
 I can't just fold them up
 Like the soldiers I believed I had by my side, they broke my trust
 Yeah my soul was crushed, I
 Been closed off for a while, but now I think it's time to open up
 Needed to do some growing up
 Another year older, still not grown enough
 26 going on 12
 Saying they proud of me, I'm not proud of myself
 Still below poverty's belt
 That's why I started building to accommodate wealth
 My comedy helps
 Finding humor in what life really means to me
 Since I just can't quite seem to be
 Anything other than what I seem to be
 Grateful for people around me
 Who keep me grounded with the love that surrounds me
 These are just some of the thoughts expounded
 Late at night, I think profoundly
 Ripping up pages, can't seem to shake it, I am so faded
 A celebration after celebration, for what? I haven't yet made it
 Making circles in the sand for years
 Yet when I take a step everyone cheers
 They see a fearless face when I step on stage
 But my heart is really filled with fear
 What am I doing here? I don't know
 I pour my soul on every note I compose
 It's getting more difficult to dispose the occult
 I can't tell who's friend or foe
 Yo, I remain the same, never changed up
 Since the first day, since I came up
 Seen those close to me become strangers
 We haven't made up, it's so dangerous
 Reminiscing reminiscing
 About the times I used to listen
 To the spineless men and women
 Who insisted I should give in
 And I considered like this isn't right
 Shouldn't do open mics for the rest of my life
 The first to criticize are first to give you five
 When your dreams begin to come alive
 I laugh when they act like I owe them something
 Hitting the jack like we bros or something
 Black hearts being exposed for fronting
 I'm moving different, now it's gold or nothing
 Records, jewelry, money, knowledge
 Bachelor of Arts from USF college
 It's a movie, call me Tarantino
 With The Natural Freq, José Valentino