Artist: Castle Album: Gasface Song: Fool's Errand (The Quelle Chris Remixathon) Typed by: @MelloMusicGroup me and my soldiers trying to hit the beach like the 'battle of normandy' and live like the superstars we figure we're born to be reality's a klaxon I'm hearing it warning me saying there's a big chance that misfortune will corner me at that time you have to weigh the pros and the cons survival determined by your fight-or-flight response amazed how I manage to stay on my feet so long 'cause I'm obsessive compulsive when I'm evening odds gotta get it. used to be frozen by the fear of failure fam said to get on track, and don't let it derail ya i could relapse, ski a slope of crushed pills but fuck that. I'd rather be prolific like Mahalia whoa, still around, bruh. still standing my ground school of hard knocks alumni. check the cap and gown, bruh down till the reaper toss me out like a bouncer and if I never make it, fuck it, what am I around for? not too many understand it figure me a weirdo respect I demanded it fell on deaf ear though flow that I commanded put me nowhere near dough feel a bit stranded but fuck being scared, bro we here though we here though we here though we here though i don't rap to be a part-time mall rat or try to mine for the 'golden age' and all that fact is I try to write shit to enthrall cats and maybe with some luck I'll get misfortune to fall back feel obligated to provide you with good rap it's why I 'go off' like an aggressive hood rat explains late nights, up with cigarettes and coffee 'cause fatigue wearing on me. tryin' to get it off me still mind wandering to memory lane though where good times roll and the roads are paved gold ten year old self dreaming bigger than life is showing raps to my mom, she's like, "son, did you write this?" told him he would grow to become one of the greats "just follow the straight and narrow where your destiny waits" guess I'm rappin' for him, so I'm shooting for the stars missed a few times, still tryin' to fix my aim, god