Open Book by Versa Lyrics
Verse 1:
Uh, don't even know where I'm heading
Just trying to flesh out the story with a captivating setting
And catching a listener's spirit is all part of the plot
So the conclusion is I'mma give it all what I got
Some niggas tied up while I'm knot
So I keep the noose loose and get the time that I got
Everyone nose that I bless the track on the spot
Plus I'm full of ammunition so Im gonna give a shot
And the news from the guinea pig grapevine
Some people asking where's my humble pie, well I ate mine, cause I'm fucking hungry
Listen to me you could see that ain't lying
Welcome to the canvas of my life you can see the paint drying, and I'm
Locked inside my room, trapped in this cocoon
Heading for the galaxies, don't plan to land on the moon
Planted a couple seeds now I'm waiting for my garden to bloom
Or looking for places full of opportune
I'm writing my story as I pick up the pen
And started rapping about NINE but all I see is a ten
Yeah, we ain't perfect but if you try its worth it
Find my head so far in the clouds I don't even know where Earth is
Hook:
Chapter after chapter
Page after page
My life is slipping away but I keep going on and on
Take a look, take a look inside this book and you could find my character in every verse and every hook
Everyone has their own story to tell so
Don't judge me until you open the book
Verse 2:
Family have no faith in me so I question if I'm wasting my life
Then it makes me sit and question if I should waste my life
Cause everything I do is wrong so what the fuck is right?
But I gotta tell myself that everything's alright
My thoughts are stars I can't fathom into constellations
Part of my hesitation is pulling the right Presentation
Progressing then stepping back tends to come with my frustration
But there's no stopping now, no need for the constipation cause
All I wanna do is recruit Audemar Pigeuts
Rolling round the red carpet in those Tom Ford suits
On a quest for the love of fame and people remembering my name
But I still know my bloodline, always have my roots
Put on your headphones and listen to this story
I'm introducing myself to the world orally
RIP to some MCs that came earlier before me
Cause after this song you can never ignore me
Hook:
Chapter after chapter
Page after page
My life is slipping away but I keep going on and on
Take a look, take a look inside this book and you could find my character in every verse and every hook
Everyone has their own story to tell so
Don't judge me until you open the book
Verse 3:
This is me
Birth of a striking individual
No pizza boy but I tell you that the flow is deliverable
We may never meet but you will understand my visuals
Will I ever make it, i don't know , thats equivocal
Cause living on an island is some sort of Imprisonment
Surrounded by crabs in a bucket makes me feel limited
At least I have initiative
No support from from citizens
Equivalent to a hot air balloon with no heat and oxygen
You don't have to live in the ghetto to have a struggle
Never had a strap but always tried to have a buckle
Down on my life, while I'm running through this concrete jungle
And as I'm running fast I'm stepping in a couple puddles
Turn on the lights and open up the stage curtains
And all the doubters I see can ride in them black hearses
Feel my soul when I'm writing and recording these verses
Imprint Versa in ya brain nigga write it in cursive
Uh, don't even know where I'm heading
Just trying to flesh out the story with a captivating setting
And catching a listener's spirit is all part of the plot
So the conclusion is I'mma give it all what I got
Some niggas tied up while I'm knot
So I keep the noose loose and get the time that I got
Everyone nose that I bless the track on the spot
Plus I'm full of ammunition so Im gonna give a shot
And the news from the guinea pig grapevine
Some people asking where's my humble pie, well I ate mine, cause I'm fucking hungry
Listen to me you could see that ain't lying
Welcome to the canvas of my life you can see the paint drying, and I'm
Locked inside my room, trapped in this cocoon
Heading for the galaxies, don't plan to land on the moon
Planted a couple seeds now I'm waiting for my garden to bloom
Or looking for places full of opportune
I'm writing my story as I pick up the pen
And started rapping about NINE but all I see is a ten
Yeah, we ain't perfect but if you try its worth it
Find my head so far in the clouds I don't even know where Earth is
Hook:
Chapter after chapter
Page after page
My life is slipping away but I keep going on and on
Take a look, take a look inside this book and you could find my character in every verse and every hook
Everyone has their own story to tell so
Don't judge me until you open the book
Verse 2:
Family have no faith in me so I question if I'm wasting my life
Then it makes me sit and question if I should waste my life
Cause everything I do is wrong so what the fuck is right?
But I gotta tell myself that everything's alright
My thoughts are stars I can't fathom into constellations
Part of my hesitation is pulling the right Presentation
Progressing then stepping back tends to come with my frustration
But there's no stopping now, no need for the constipation cause
All I wanna do is recruit Audemar Pigeuts
Rolling round the red carpet in those Tom Ford suits
On a quest for the love of fame and people remembering my name
But I still know my bloodline, always have my roots
Put on your headphones and listen to this story
I'm introducing myself to the world orally
RIP to some MCs that came earlier before me
Cause after this song you can never ignore me
Hook:
Chapter after chapter
Page after page
My life is slipping away but I keep going on and on
Take a look, take a look inside this book and you could find my character in every verse and every hook
Everyone has their own story to tell so
Don't judge me until you open the book
Verse 3:
This is me
Birth of a striking individual
No pizza boy but I tell you that the flow is deliverable
We may never meet but you will understand my visuals
Will I ever make it, i don't know , thats equivocal
Cause living on an island is some sort of Imprisonment
Surrounded by crabs in a bucket makes me feel limited
At least I have initiative
No support from from citizens
Equivalent to a hot air balloon with no heat and oxygen
You don't have to live in the ghetto to have a struggle
Never had a strap but always tried to have a buckle
Down on my life, while I'm running through this concrete jungle
And as I'm running fast I'm stepping in a couple puddles
Turn on the lights and open up the stage curtains
And all the doubters I see can ride in them black hearses
Feel my soul when I'm writing and recording these verses
Imprint Versa in ya brain nigga write it in cursive