The name is Vitemin, I know it's hard to swallow But the pill that I provide to y'all is always large and never hollow So tomorrow, when you've forgotten all about the tape, I guarantee there's one thing that you won't forget, and that's the name Maybe if I spelled it out for you, you'd blaze and bleed But nah, you'd still bitch to me about the misplaced 'e' Like, I know, you don't need to tell me, I spelled it wrong But Vitamin84963 was too damn long I flip lyrics, I split lyrics up in my mind Now all I need to do is fit 'em, fix 'em, knit them in rhyme Rewind the class, I was too busy contemplating My lyrics that I forget the lesson that you created Return to my room, where privacy is weary End up spittin' too quietly, 'cause nobody wants to hear me But that's a good way to make all your shit weak So I'mma be as loud as needed till I'm a spittin' machine Jack of absolutely nothin', master of less But I vow to make it so your concentration isn't wasted upon my breath So wait until I'm done, another 40 seconds max I'll tell you a little about myself, I'll start with my name's Zach I'm in my second year of school, first year of rapping Though for most of it, it only caused people to burst out laughing I suppose I did improve a bit, it's true I got people to listen to my shit, including you! So thank you for your patronage, thanks for your support But if you came here to hate, well let me show you the door I got a million and a half ways to make everyone think About nothing in particular and also everything If you're feeling my style, maybe try and stick around I have some tracks, a couple more that I'm about to lay down If you already forgot, don't just throw it in the bin Remember the aim, remember the name, remember Vitemin

I took a minute walking up and down the street To really try and pay attention while I shuffled my feet Now I could tell that there were sounds coming outcha mouth But I couldn't figure out what you were going on about So I just smiled and I nodded my head Like I was so intrigued by the awesome words that you said And this carried on for almost 15 minutes more Until we said goodbye, parted ways, and closed our doors I thought about it for a couple after that Like there wasn't no construction, but we couldn't shut our traps And what does that say, when the days go by And we're so afraid of being open that we never try When we do it's accompanied by embarrassment You got me sitting here thinking, "well man, it merits it" Is it really such a huge imposition Just to open up a dialogue and listen? Open up your mouth, as well as your ears I wanna hear about your thoughts, concepts and fears And maybe when you're done, we can manage a swap But I don't want it to get awkward when we say stop Let's guarantee that it never leaves this room So we have room to breathe if sleeves bleed blue I wanna fill you in on all the pieces you're missing And likewise, I'm prepared enough to listen But of course, that never happens, so let's fill up our glass So we can freely share ideas at the cost of our cash It seems nowadays the only way to express What we really feel inside, what we need to get off our chest Whatever, man, that's okay for a bit Until emotions come flowing out of my face in a blitz Most times it's way more than its intended effect But I suppose that's what you get when you demand to connect I don't know, where does that leave me When I'm speaking into a bottle or one-way into a beat or three Relationships don't start in the form of a song So it got me wondering what the fuck am I doing wrong I'm afraid there's a chance I'll never learn I'm concerned that I'll crash and burn at nearly every turn But at the moment, at this present position I'm content to focus outward, simply listen

Wake up, chasing that early summer feeling Reach out my hand, now, maybe I can steal it Exiting the school, grid full of buses Smell the yellow in the air, that's something Now when I catch the scent up in my nose I can still hear the songs all blaring in my headphones When things can't seem to get worse I transfer the helplessness blues into my verses But the temperature's gotta be right Around 68 to 70 degrees Fahrenheit And when the sun manages to make magic It's got me feeling on both sides ecstatic With the wind blowing gracefully The mind wandering and racing, make-believe And when the weather fills me a sense of wonder It's got me going like it's the first day of summer And the days are free Counting them down like 5, 4, 3 With the high AC Sun's washing over me And we feeling fine Push the day into overtime Don't let it leave my mind Make it last just one more night It's going home to a big plate of nothing Seeing your friends the next day in lunch and Talking about all the games you played Never worrying about those A+ grades Log on, what you gonna find? 'Cause you already mastered the day to day grind Got the whole wide world at your fingertips Even if it's larger than you already envisioned it Not that that's a problem, though A little R&R, that's just what the doctor wrote You better follow all his orders to the letter Otherwise you'll never enjoy remembering the weather Rain, snow, sunshine All of it connected to a place and time This blender doesn't always want to blend But now, when it does, let's just sing it again And the days are free Counting them down like 5, 4, 3 With the high AC Sun's washing over me And we feeling fine Push the day into overtime Don't let it leave my mind Make it last just one more night

I know this cat, well he's the nicest around Except he has a problem, can't stop when he's popping them down He goes out, he blows out, till the wick turns brown Until it's upside down, he can't tell what he's laughing about He says he's fine, and for the moment it's true Except he's in position to receive the long-term screw He says he'll change soon of his own free will But he reflects all my requests with pure charisma and skill You know the type, you probably got one in your life He's either making up the night or he's asking ya for a light And what are you gonna do, tell him no? Of course you're not, you're not his mum and you don't want to interrupt the flow And so it goes on for years and years And life's so short that you don't want nothing to interfere It's so majestic, though, the life that you're livin' Until one day, it just kinda isn't We were together when you went forgot to breath Now you're in the hospital, next I'm delivering your eulogy. And while I'm mulling over words that I've said I can't get over all the stern ones up inside of my head Like, what the hell man, what's the matter with you? Why would you play that game when you knew you would only ever lose? I lost a friend, and that friend lost his life And if you weren't already dead I'd brandish my knife Take it to your trachea, kill you myself So I wouldn't have to wait for 50 years to steal your health You hit the end and yet you never had a clue And now you lost your friends and all your family too You fucking asshole, I'm glad that you choked Now see just how much shit you can shove down your throat I hope you paid attention to the words I was rappin' Because I don't want this to one day really happen

Fuck you, we'll build a statue in your honor Craft it out of copper, then we'll toss it in the water There be your legacy, buried at sea Seen only by the fishes, and those that can't speak Yeah, that's all you'll be known for is rust But we need to see the crust, so build it we must And when you're done running, then let it be known That the cast is twice as awesome when it's made of your own What color you want your monument to be? This is all about you and your new memory If you don't like the copper, we can build it from gold We can polish it up, make it a sight to behold It's gonna be the most majestic statue around A piece of craftsmanship to make old Michelangelo proud Architecture grandiose, befitting of Rome A project of pure, man-handled hammer and stone Cut no corners, spare no expense We gotta build it with the type of quality no one expects Put a piece of love and heart in every fuckin' groove Until it's buffed enough and every piece is perfectly smooth Call it what you want, I call it my masterpiece For my perfect recreation of the likeness of the beast One last thing, you need to give me a quote So I can smack it on a plaque so I can slap it on the boat Fuck you, we built a statue in your honor Crafted it from copper, now we'll toss it in the water There be your legacy, buried at sea Seen only by the fishes and those that can't speak Rust, the only thing remembered by the squid But I need to see the crust, so build it we did And when you're done running, then let it be known That the cast is twice as awesome cuz it's made of your own Yo, somebody hand me the TNT So we can get started on this explosive disassembly What part you want it on first, your mouth? Cuz that's the part that I first want to get blown out From your head to your toes to the place that you sit Every single part of you is gonna get blown to bits You ready? Don't even bother trying to breathe Soon enough, every chunk of you is gonna turn green Sorry for the trouble, hit the button with a cackle All that's left of you and yours is only rubble and some shrapnel Good, that's all that should be left of your name A pile of garbage, only the useless items remain Was your namesake made out of copper, marble? I don't know, it was all transformed into charcoal I hope you enjoyed the spectacle of the explosion Almost as much as I hope you enjoy your home in the ocean Fuck you, I built a statue in your honor Crafted it from copper, then I tossed it in the water There be your legacy, buried at sea Seen only by the fishes and those that can't speak Yeah, that's all you're known for is the rust And you best believe I built it and I saw me the crust Now you're done running, it's known on all sides That's it's more awesome blown sky high Fuck you, I built a statue in your honor Crafted it from copper, then I tossed it in the water There be your legacy, buried at sea Seen only by the fishes and those that can't speak Yeah, that's all you're known for is the rust And you best believe I built it and I saw me the crust Now you're done running, it's known on all sides That's it's more awesome blown sky high

Hey, listen, I know what I got Anything you'd like to add is simply cherries on top If you thinking how I think, then baby ride with me If you feeling how I feel, well maybe die with me It's a lot of miles further to the end of the road But it's going outta style, though, the globe that I chose I gotta million reasons why I think you should come But I was never right the type for advertising them, son And the conditions never tight, until right now I bought the best brand of brown, brazen leather around Seriously, yo, feast your hands on the material A second touch will cost you though, a trip to the ethereal Like I said before, about the M.E. me, Watch your step because the rocks are kinda slippery But hold up, I gotta jump into a riptide And if you choose to follow, then I'll see you on the flip-side I gotta run, sorry, the hurricane's a-comin' But if it wasn't, well I promise you, I'd think of something Two lanes of highway drive on opposite sides And If I want to turn away from it, it'd make me decide Between right, left, at a fork in the street It's the same straight for every single junction I meet So I keep pressing on, down the pedal to the metal Never find a piece of mind or tract of land for me to settle But whatever, I don't care, doesn't matter now Keep on driving, there we go, past the next town Who knows what we missed or where we're going I sure don't, but for now let's keep it flowing Every now and then, we can park at a rest stop Take a break until I finish my song, let the mic drop I saw a sign that said last gas forever So I pulled into the station just to grab my liquid treasure I can't tell you what I saw that fateful day Because honestly I don't know if it's still lodged in my brain I'll tell you this, though, what I saw it wasn't tangible More of a feeling, melancholy of a cannibal Whatever it was, sent chills down my spine Brought my mind's eye to the wording of the sign Last gas forever? Now what was that? Does it mean what I think it means? Am I now trapped? I didn't know, I asked the guy behind the counter He said the open road ahead acted more as a bouncer Question number two: am I well enough equipped? He said he couldn't answer that but told me how to quit Ten more miles further, one last exit sign, it's fifty If I chose to, I could turn through it, escape into the city It's funny how I'm escaping from escape The sand dunes of the desert transform to cityscapes Though the focus on my travels as a scavenger Makes me forget for just a second, never found a passenger Ok, that's what this is about Kept yourself to desert for the fear that you might drown Never thinking that the sand may be as suffocating As the space inside your heart that you were never allocating And the apathy you preached was just an act A way to cope whenever you were forced to interact Explaining how your story wasn't written Every time that you did nothing while you felt your heartbeat quicken But now you have to ditch the wheels You're gonna need to find someone to teach you how to yield I can't tell you how your future will grow But it will never be as lonesome as a stretch of open road

Window Number One, there's a girl, fifteen Who feels that she's not the queen that she deserves to be Now I know that you know that it's not too unusual To feel chained down to your bedpost, immovable But she takes it out on the entire world Runs into the common to yell at the wrong girl "It's your fault! It's his fault! It's everyone's fault!" As she launches into another of her verbal assaults Does she mean it? Well, I don't know But it's hard sometimes for me to even say hello I wonder 'bout the mechanisms up in her mind Why she can't just take these words, and push 'em behind 'Cause I keep saying that's what I would do But I guess not everybody wants to maintain glue At the end of the day, it's not for me to pursue I'm just a rapper looking inside through the windowed view Window Number Two, glass covered in fog On the inside and the outside, for six years long A man, twenty-two, sits glued in his chair Stares straight ahead, counting all the grays in his hair He's an enigma, a riddle of the truest sense Have no idea of the battles that he's up against Now I could take a stab, but watch projection I wonder if it's better than just keeping me guessing I think that he feels lonely, I think that he's afraid But maybe he's not broken, maybe he's doing okay Man, I hope so, but no I'll never ask Because there might be shards of glass under the stack of plastic masks If I pulled you aside for a minute or two If I brought it up to you would you confirm if it was true? At the end of the day, it's not for me to pursue I'm just a rapper looking inside through the windowed view Window Number Three, you've already seen Through the last seven tracks, you've heard all about me Except this time, I'm on the inside Leaving messages for people as they pass it by Are they too personal? Are they too blue? Do I sound like a bitch every time that my mouth moves? At the end of the day, it's not for me to pursue I'm just a rapper painting images in windowed views