Harlow - How Did This Happen? lyrics

[Verse 1] Sitting and asking how did this happen?/ Here I am rapping, reaching, grabbing for attention/ Each track I make like a new invention, what can I do with it/ Rap is my language, you never heard a flow this fluent/ Moving on up, trynna get some bills like the mighty ducks/ Stirring up a ruckus like uncle ruckus I'm reckless/ I'm a recluse/ k**ing the rap game by myself let the noose hang/ No ruse's or puzzles, I buckle down, and keep my drive/ Life's a struggle/ a world so cold/ Gotta huddle together to stay alive/ Most people would groan and gripe/ But me, I know you gotta wait until the moment is ripe/ Then own it, peel the sh**, and take a nice big bite/ [Hook] Take a bite of my life/ why don't cha/ You could hop in my ride/ why don't cha/ Make you feel so alive/ got you laughing/ Three years later asking how did this happen?/ [Verse 2] Anytime I fail I make sure to stay fresh, others go stale/ Why settle for less, mugen posting bail/ Thinking outside the bars, no formula/ Number one, like the cars, overwhelm your senses/ Mouth like an instrument/ I'm more like an orchestra/ Euphoria storing up/ Let it blow out the top like an orca does/ Absorb knowledge, mind like a porous sponge/ So hot, so fly, god of the sun and sky like horus was/ Reach for the stars, head in the clouds like a brontosaurus bruh/ I know what's important, no sorting out priorities/ Hoarding the majority of authority over my mortal needs/ Morals would lead me to believe I can't achieve success/ Been blessed but that notion causes stress to infest/ An honest jest, admitting I may not be the best, not yet/ But my heart has decided that it will settle for no less/ Still left asking/ [Verse 3] I don't know why or how I'm here/ Trying to make a career appear out of thin air/ Grin and bear it/ act like I'm not caring about going nowhere/ And yet I'm still trying so got damn hard/ Track blaring smack you square in the chest/ Ba** blastin' from the backseat of the car/ I'm a wreck/ well-dressed so I can hide the scars/ Start rolling, my blues go up in smoke/ Want my blunts big as Cuban cigars/ Helps me hold onto hope/ Finding light like fireflies, keep it in a jar/ I try and try but it's so hard to continue growing/ Only choice left on the menu is to keep going/ [Hook] Take a bite of my life/ why don't cha/ You could hop in my ride/ why don't cha/ Make you feel so alive/ got you laughing/ Three years later asking how did this happen?/