Promising from Sandpaper by Happy Tooth x Ben Collins

(Ben Collins)

Things are feeling promising.
I can see my destiny.
Not dwelling I want to breathe.
Love was right in front of me.
Making progress as I should.
Used to be nobody good.
Brainwashed myself into pain.
I know life is not a game.

You lent a hand,
a second chance,
I only wanted fame.
You never ran
you saved my life.
Thought I could get away
A paradise requires peace.
I owe it all to you.
Nearly consumed by hate.
Here cause you pulled me through.

Things are feeling promising.
I can see my destiny.
Not dwelling I want to breathe.
Love was right in front of me.
Making progress as I should.
Used to be nobody good.
Brainwashed myself into pain.
I know life is not a game.

(Happy Tooth)

I know who I used to be.
Changed myself up beautifully.
Lately I've been losing sleep,
thinking of my useless dreams.
This life used to be promising.
But I spent it auctioning off some things.
Trying to talk to kings,
about fake angels,
halos, with awkward wings.
People aren't what they're seeming.
More often they're deceiving us.
Mischevious.
I've devious in the way
I'm perceiving trust.
Don't believe in us.
I've been a piece of shit.
Full of weaknesses.
Genius kid.
Workin through the weekends.
With gigs I'm the sleepiest.
Leaving quick,
I don't need this shit
it distracts me.
Emotions I emit
admittedly badly
are a product of society.
Been stuck on life,
like why we breathe.
Not who I would like to be.
Found ways to fly finally.

Wrote this song on Christmas Eve.
Now it's Christmas Day it seems.
I just hope on New Year's Day,
resolutions stay the same.

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Independent hip-hop
• Columbus