"Almost Pt. 2" lyrics
Everyone has a co-worker they can't stand
A person who morphs into the catalyst for your meditation practices, you are way more consistent now
How someone can telecommute their mality is beyond me
They face on the video call make me itchy
I've considered for my own mental health paying for their therapy
My person just happens to be an adverb
Almost
I've almost hit number one 4 times on Billboard
Grammy-nominated artist prop
Maybe I'm tripping
But you ever ate an Almost cake
Almost fried chicken — that could kill you
I'm terrified
That I was a decent father
An okay husband
A pretty good poet
A just couldn't manage to turn the corner
A barely squeezing by
And it's okay, it will do
I am mister right now
Silver medalist man
Option B, he was almost
A star
I have sat many nights scheming on how to escape the tyranny of Almost
I feel that foo chasing me tho
When it sneaks up I square up
I'm finna run its lunch money
My work ethic will haunt that immaterial part of speech
Personification of something that I'm totally imagining
That foo
He ain't finna have no safe haven
You ain't welcome on the streets my paycheck
And tho every second-place finish felt like blows from David's fist, I ain't no punk
Its threats may anger me but it's also fuel
'Cause I could have given up a long time ago, I been beating the brakes off of Almost
DOUBLE SHIFTS, late nights
Missed recitals
Back to back tours
Daddy gotta work baby
Daddy will be back on Thursday baby
Mommy will tuck you in
Mommy will pick you up
I gotta prove to my mortal enemy Almost that I will succeed
Tell yo mamma I'll bring back dinner
I'm focused
Daddy ain't running from Almost no more
Now who's the bully?!
Wait
A person who morphs into the catalyst for your meditation practices, you are way more consistent now
How someone can telecommute their mality is beyond me
They face on the video call make me itchy
I've considered for my own mental health paying for their therapy
My person just happens to be an adverb
Almost
I've almost hit number one 4 times on Billboard
Grammy-nominated artist prop
Maybe I'm tripping
But you ever ate an Almost cake
Almost fried chicken — that could kill you
I'm terrified
That I was a decent father
An okay husband
A pretty good poet
A just couldn't manage to turn the corner
A barely squeezing by
And it's okay, it will do
I am mister right now
Silver medalist man
Option B, he was almost
A star
I have sat many nights scheming on how to escape the tyranny of Almost
I feel that foo chasing me tho
When it sneaks up I square up
I'm finna run its lunch money
My work ethic will haunt that immaterial part of speech
Personification of something that I'm totally imagining
That foo
He ain't finna have no safe haven
You ain't welcome on the streets my paycheck
And tho every second-place finish felt like blows from David's fist, I ain't no punk
Its threats may anger me but it's also fuel
'Cause I could have given up a long time ago, I been beating the brakes off of Almost
DOUBLE SHIFTS, late nights
Missed recitals
Back to back tours
Daddy gotta work baby
Daddy will be back on Thursday baby
Mommy will tuck you in
Mommy will pick you up
I gotta prove to my mortal enemy Almost that I will succeed
Tell yo mamma I'll bring back dinner
I'm focused
Daddy ain't running from Almost no more
Now who's the bully?!
Wait
