Tapestry
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Don't want the Wrath, want the mask and the black hoodie
This not an act, you know I'm back with a sad boogie
You do the math, my brother Naavin get the racks to me
I know it's baggage but them problems in the past push me
Dread and blasphemy, sitting 'laxed in my apartment where's these raps put me
You know the mack, he still be ballin' on his last cookie
They still his mans, that mean somebody in his pack pussy
I feel the land what made me heartless and them stabs gushy
We the gas bullies, we in the crib making classics, why the stash bushy
Getting mad kushy, it be hard to make a living in catastrophe
A bit of atrophy, at our darkest, shit be hidden in the fallacies
Isn't what it's actually, it's always sparks but that just isn't where my passion be




Drifts of agony, they say I learnt to talk my shit too casually
I rather trip, I can't exist too passively, this big tapestry

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Mike & Steve's song "Tapestry" paint a picture of a troubled artist who has dealt with past issues but is now able to express himself through his music. The opening line, "Don't want the Wrath, want the mask and the black hoodie," suggests that the artist is more concerned with hiding his true identity and expressing himself through his music rather than getting caught up in drama or negative attention. He then goes on to describe his inner struggles and how he's able to turn them into powerful lyrics: "You do the math, my brother Naavin get the racks to me, I know it's baggage but them problems in the past push me."


The artist reflects on his past mistakes with a sense of regret and introspection, but also understands that they have helped shape him into the person he is today: "Dread and blasphemy, sitting 'laxed in my apartment where's these raps put me, You know the mack, he still be ballin' on his last cookie, They still his mans, that mean somebody in his pack pussy." Despite these struggles, the artist is able to find solace in his music and create art that is both meaningful and impactful: "We the gas bullies, we in the crib making classics, why the stash bushy, Getting mad kushy, it be hard to make a living in catastrophe."


Overall, "Tapestry" is a powerful reflection on the artist's journey and the role that music has played in helping him work through his struggles and express himself creatively.


Line by Line Meaning

Don't want the Wrath, want the mask and the black hoodie
I don't want to face punishment, I want to conceal my identity with a mask and hoodie


This not an act, you know I'm back with a sad boogie
My emotions are genuine, I'm back with a somber style of music


You do the math, my brother Naavin get the racks to me
Calculate the profit, my brother Naavin provides the funds


I know it's baggage but them problems in the past push me
I acknowledge my emotional baggage, but it motivates me because of past experiences


Dread and blasphemy, sitting 'laxed in my apartment where's these raps put me
I feel overwhelmed and irreverent, while casually writing in my apartment


You know the mack, he still be ballin' on his last cookie
My friend Mack is still spending all his money, despite being broke


They still his mans, that mean somebody in his pack pussy
His friends are still loyal to him, even if someone in his group is cowardly


I feel the land what made me heartless and them stabs gushy
The environment I grew up in made me callous, but it also left me vulnerable


We the gas bullies, we in the crib making classics, why the stash bushy
We're the ones with the energy and talent, creating great music at home while being well-equipped


Getting mad kushy, it be hard to make a living in catastrophe
Despite things being comfortable, it's difficult to make a career in difficult circumstances


A bit of atrophy, at our darkest, shit be hidden in the fallacies
A small amount of decline, during hard times, things aren't as they seem


Isn't what it's actually, it's always sparks but that just isn't where my passion be
It's not what people think it is, even if there is some excitement, it's not what I'm truly passionate about


Drifts of agony, they say I learnt to talk my shit too casually
I express my painful experiences too casually, according to critics


I rather trip, I can't exist too passively, this big tapestry
I'd rather take risks than live too safely, life is too complex




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Written by: Michael Seander

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