When the Music Stops

(Verse 1)
I found freedom in a box I was given as a gift at the age of nine
It held me steady while my world rocked heavy and it taught me that I could rhyme
There in my pocket, it's a little symbolic for the path I've always sought
But I never thought, "What if it stopped?"
Now I'm wondering
What will I be?

(Chorus)
When the music stops
When the beat won't drop
There's a million little moments where I look at the ground and say
"I gotta listen to this music to be okay"
But when the music stops
And when the beat won't drop
How am I gonna make it without premade intuition?
It's become a little natural to give up and listen

(Verse 2)
I truly believe this is who I'm supposed to be
Why else would it be with me?
But my ears have been closed to that voice that I sorely missed
And now I'm paying for it
So maybe this is all a lesson, maybe it's a sacrifice
Maybe I'm just overthinking, cause I do that all the time
Kinda funny how it works to me
But I'm still not sure what I will be

(Chorus)
When the music stops
When the beat won't drop
There's a million little moments where I look at the ground and say
"I gotta listen to this music to be okay"
But when the music stops
And when the beat won't drop
How am I gonna make it without premade intuition?
It's become a little natural to give up and listen

(Chorus)
When the music stops
When the beat won't drop
There's a million little moments where I look at the ground and say
"I gotta listen to this music to be okay"
But when the music stops
And when the beat won't drop
How am I gonna make it without premade intuition?
It's become a little natural to just give up and listen
When the music stops