Fuck the world till it births me heaven How's that for a first impression? Fuck apologies and permission I'm God, prophet, snake, and the villain Head in the cloud like selfies in the sky Thou shalt back it up like redundant drives I was a misfit as a misfit, now I'm plotting like a surveyor Planting flags in this bitch Lazy rapping on the first draft Reverse that, give me all the words back First impressions only last a second Turn you on with my drip, call it bird bath Buddy have you heard that 97% of all artists Never get their return back? Guess I knew that, it’s a risk I’m taking Blazing chemtrails, I’m high adjacent I used to fumble the word like a nervous reverend So no one knew like absurdist heaven But I was getting right, 8 PM And they were just talking shit, ATM Now I'm hearing more cheers that the KKK Watching the first half of 12 Years a Slave I carry my hate in a holster, barrel's never cold So no need to be floored, keep it slow lane I’m high as planes in flyover states Sideways feeling right as rain A nervous kid comedian, chameleon Blending in at the back of the stage Where do you see your life in five years, man? My mama tryin’ to hold back tears, Amy Adams translating, halfway to famous We arrived but we were already here Now talking reckless is my responsibility I solemnly swear to swear sacrilegiously Sanctimonious iconoclast Leave em sweating like ice in a glass Am I playing devil's advocate or feelin' myself? Even with nothing to say I say it so well Fuck PC shit, it's a Master bedroom cause it's where Omni dwells Sans and Omni put the stank on it Fuck a new watch, don’t want it This is our time so you know we gon flaunt it Committin’ thought crimes, real smoke don’t got it Got it? Honest, killing these beats is a process Ghosts in my headspace, haunted So if you want to hear the real deal appeal to real feels Strap in cause we’re blasting off bitch

I’ve been getting sleep I don’t need Wasting time, I’ve been smoking weed Sipping rum mixed with lies and greed My demons know when it’s time to feed and So I feed them, They say keep your enemies close and So I feed them I kill mine by drowning in poison So I feed them Fill my lungs up with smoke til I’m chokin’ I feed them No need to try to fix what ain’t broken Been telling people my whole life I don’t write I just play the chords on the page til they sound right Just say the words in my head when they don’t rhyme And say them again a bit slower the next time Cause the next line’s a doozy The first girl you fuck ain’t the one you should choose And the first drug you try ain’t the one worth abusing The first little hole that you dig With that first little lie Ain’t a grave you can ever refuse and Don’t go shooting your Uzi and Don’t sell loosies, Give that shit away else you’ll tase a racist 12 feet and Don’t pick no fights that you know you can’t lose, ay Gotta grow somehow Gotta know the pain and hope somehow The feeling of starting something on your own But not alone now, own your doubts Figure all your shit out cause You can’t trust the feelings inside of you know But the money is real, The drugs and the fame and the game is real You only get to keep what you can steal It’s all for the taking, cop you a feel Gotta create your own ideal Life will go by, gotta blink in your eye Bet you’re wondering why I’m not up in the sky Cause the devil keeps handing me dice And I’m rolling em right And I’m bleeding him dry I’ve been getting sleep I don’t need Wasting time, I’ve been smoking weed Sipping rum mixed with lies and greed My demons know when it’s time to feed and So I feed them, They say keep your enemies close and So I feed them I kill mine by drowning in poison So I feed them Fill my lungs up with smoke til I’m chokin’ I feed them No need to try to fix what ain’t broken I'd rather go to hell in a handbasket Than head to my damn casket a, celibate sad man With my heavenly hands clasped in irrelevant drab Patterns I'd rather relapse backwards, you see mortal vices I instead see a grand map of the pleasures I can have If I set up a damn plan, stuff regret in a glad bag Dear mom, you might not have been a criminal's mother But isn't it hypocritical just ta, take mental scissors to what's the Realistic vision and smother each fricking ember to scrub the mirror image of what cha Could've been with a different sense of the ten Moses scribbled Maybe he missed a few of em or omitted a couple A critical blunder, I know it’s painful to say but Damien's quick to recover You talking revelations? Ima be the genesis of a unholy day, And oh the pain I will inflict on you fuckers, more than Jason in a typical summer I'm sick as the president laughing as he addresses the cabinet With the head of an afghan in his left and his right hand Oh the Decadence had at the expense of the last laugh, not regretting a damn act When your skeletons have flaps of the melanin still attached Bet your ass no turning back, just prepare for the last dance, bitch I’ve been getting sleep I don’t need Wasting time, I’ve been smoking weed Sipping rum mixed with lies and greed My demons know when it’s time to feed and So I feed them, They say keep your enemies close and So I feed them I kill mine by drowning in poison So I feed them Fill my lungs up with smoke til I’m chokin’ I feed them No need to try to fix what ain’t broken

I guess what I’m trying to say is I’d rather be myself, even if myself’s basic I hear you all starting to say shit, but you know you’d love to see the weird kid get famous We don’t buy our streams, we don’t make hits Jesus walks but you should hear em when he straight spits ( When the worst you can say is it sounds like you made this in your basement (fuck you) Still counts as a placement Your attitude’s foul, flagrant, chicken Drain two buckets, fragrant delicious Count the doubters on one hand, subtract 4 digits, The number of fucks I’ve given Got a day job, a hustle, a side gig, and music No sleep schedule, couple of drugs for abusing A voice that I’m finding I’m okay with using And I can’t lose with Omni on the tune Do you know how long it takes to recover from trauma? Scars given to sons at the hands of their fathers, Guess that’s why I’m honest about not being a baller, Trying to show my son how to love someone’s daughter, but Women see me and say “Yes kid, I like how you’re dressed, kid I like the bright nails and the hair and the rest kid The heart on your sleeve dripping red on my dresses You got my interest but this a bad investment” Lower class cash flows like molasses in winter, Y’all hoe asses pay your own way at dinner, Look me in the eyes while the candle wick flickers With my hand on your thigh, lean in and whisper “Fuck you” Local Politics matters, Black lives matter, the fact is it’s only red blood getting splattered If you didn’t vote, I don’t care for the chatter Guess you’d sell the neighborhood if it pleases your master (huh) I need a socialist to help me get on social lists Progressive with emotions and a knack for laying motionless Leave the God talk at your weekly devotions, Sacramental sabbatical Weekend travel to an ocean mist Go ahead and play this loud, Got a good name go ahead and say it proud S-a-n-s g-o without, leave no doubt The kinda guy you find is kinda nice to keep around Who'd have thought the noisy kid could get down From his spot up on top of the clouds, Toe-tapping no strapping hand-clapping emcee With a lyrical ease winning over the crowd Done waiting for my train to come round Blaze my own trail like Oregon bound Burn a bush down, listen for the heavenly sound Grab a cute blonde with blue eyes and head on out No pretenses, show me what you do with that mouth She leans in, grins, and says wow Mr Sans, I love how you don’t tone it down I say just wait until the album comes out Check the liner notes I left a little message, handwritten in my finest tone Fuck you

Ayy, how do we spend our day? It's so dark outside baby girl it'll be okay It's just rain, it comes in waves Grey Saturday It's kinda hard when you won't call your friends Working like a dog trying to break through the fence And still making amends No steps but got more than 12 sins Lose my head around a circle of fifths It's intense in my camp, superiority trip Trying to bring up a youngin' like "fuck authority, kid" No fighting cause I'm peaceful No piece not even Jesus at the head of my bed No sleep cause police keep killing all of my friends Damn. Call me if you're ready to spend The next 6 or 7 hours of the morning in bed Laying sideways so our heads falling off of the end The world spins while it burns so breathe out and breathe in We'll pretend we're in the palace where the power is kept And in our courts, we'll grow the flowers where eternity slept Maybe baby we can model what equality says A couple functioning adults have quality sex So I've been keepin' a journal right, from day to day Recently I just copy and paste, change the date Paper clip on a smile, more like a half-smirk Kinda guy that'd rather have the last laugh than the last word I used to love myself, it comes and goes these days No more honeymoon phase, I just infatuate But in fact, I hate, scratch that, backspace, all caps, what the fuck is happening out here? He said, feeling righteous from his keyboard, then reword Add a "t", to that last word, cause if he were to be fair He prefers microphones to megaphones Only in studios can you use bars to protect your own (bullshit) But honestly, Malcolm and Martin be haunting me I can't sleep watching these fathers bleed on the streets Hollering "I can't breathe!" while I speak cautiously "All police?" "Nah just these", fuck are we doin'? Just zombies with better posture and opposable oppositional thumbs Who can watch a citizen gunned down or choked out and go "now what did he do?" Find enough of the truth, call it justice, and whew! Back to our bubbles, we're safe now. The class war can stay hidden underground Trade an elephant for an ass like it matters. If you're poor in America, wisen up or pucker up, fuck Sorry just being honest but, I still believe in change just not what Obama promised us Ayy, how do we spend our day? It's so dark outside baby girl it'll be okay It's just rain, it comes in waves Grey Saturday

We going to war This is a war zone Shut the door Keep the fucking door closed Can't let them see us coming When we blow up on the joint See everybody running See everybody running look at all of Alice's rabbits Grasping at dreams of glass palaces and amulets Dungeons and dragons shit, what Elsa would gift Anna with, stack it up in a mcmansion tip Type of folks you couldn't handle with caution But compassionate, People with a passion for passing gospel as benefit, Promoting decadence and rarely generous Then talk hella shit People you would never share umbrellas with I say fuck em, I'm the only one but god I have to wrestle with Eat dinner from a rooftop for the hell of it Never settled, I don’t wanna be hella rich or even selfish, But I'd like a space at least as cool as me to be myself in Self propelled I'm Michael Phelps with depression I might be drowning but I'll set a couple records Sell a couple records, use the wealth to settle up and Make the world a little better. Got me stacking bread like grilled cheese I grease beats and melt the cheddar And there's a million other rappers with a similar flow But nobody even close to half as dope or half the smoke Telling jokes “I'm Eminem with both folks!” I'm going in as hard as I can but I'm soft as low blows Not quite enough ego to sneeze blow nose I meant freeze I'm so cold Yall thought the boy soft til you watched me Walk off with no clothes in late autumn Ice in my veins no pulse, still won't play possum outstanding in my field, a fake farmer but you know I'm steady reaping the yield Plant money seeds, Give a fuck how you feel, burn up all the weed, I'll inhale but no coughing cause no coffin for me Smart enough to cheat death but dumb enough to repeat (don’t tell on me) Still when I'm rapping you can hear from my tone The lack of effort that it takes to just Zone and explode and make gold, I'm a pro, I write prose, never catch me stressing about clothes And if I'm lying it's a tale long as Pinocchio's nose False confidence with no consequence A false prophet with a loaner whip Shoutout to Omni gotta give acknowledgement And to the preppy birds i went to college with In case I somehow lost you, I ain't no college dick Still you better watch this kid, See how he flips his lid then flips the script All the bullshit washes out at the end Act 5 bloodied up with red pen, no violence Just edits, still wylin, real life is pretend Head of the Department, Best new artist, oh he ain't starving Boy got bags like Boston Harbor Bars so clever you'll all get smarter Beat goes hard, better bet he go harder Trying to find a way to make a living as a martyr Imagination excavation from my brain And I dont even gotta drop a hard r I don't throw shade, I'm not trying to be somebody I'm not Catch me on a Tuesday taking a walk with my medium dog I'm gonna do me til somebody do me Skipping the liquor I'm sipping a truly Couldn't be sweeter or whiter than sugar on top of a brulee I won't name drop, i ain't k dot, We didn't grow up in the same blocks Still we both know some of the same loss Got a spark to make a flame of This is a warning, there won't be another Anyone's brother is everyone's brother Still when I'm done with the trash And the smoke and the ash clear Y’all better be behind cover

My mind's different, epitome of an understatement If I'm Guinness, you're a home brew in a fuckin' basement Your five kids in a, trench coat guarding Dwayne Wade Ya peg legged bitch bout to get nutmegged by Pele I'm coastin like your momma's coffee table Just call me Prince and drop the labels Kids gather round for Astrono-fables Backyard astronomers having a yawn at ya Ass-kissing followers trapped in the comments I'm halfway to Mars looking back on the stars Spittin' acidic bars, fuckin' craftin' this art/ Spent too many years writing like I was hopin’ no one would find it Playing Rope-a-Dope with my pride but, now I got a broken nose And no time to go blow for blow when I’m rhyming The fucking' holy Ghost was Co- writing, bent like scoliosis no time to Joist you Pinochios with your lies and bullshit, shit Just ease up on it, like a G4 climbing, I'm in beast mode smiling While I repo diamonds, got the C4 lightin' I'm at peak swole Tyson, with a bee sting fighting I'm at least your highness, better address me right cause I got your girl's unzip code I talk more shit per minute than a recor-ding of the book of mor-man Fastforwarding at four times speed I hit more bars than a warden on St. Pattys slurring his words At four in the morning, drunk working the early shift stumbling down the corridor 1 tequila, 2 tequila, 3 tequila, 4, drop and tab and hit the floor I aint waiting for the spirit, build a spaceship with these lyrics Shake some sphincters in this bitch, you better brace before it hits Fuck 20/20 I've got 4/20 vision, spiting schizophrenic scriptures Pen and pencil and promethazine and if the ends can justify the means Sex, drugs, and mayhem just might be the key to Eden Just a hypothesis, but I volunteer to test it I'm a prophet for profit, scholar of squalor, Solomon follower You bought as scary as Medusa during' chemo And I can't see you like, hookah mixed with screamo And if we learn from our mistakes tonight's a crash course Got you seeing stars like a password, that's your cue to fuck yourself like a bachelor Call me Pharrell, happy to get that girl to shake it faster Three dots on my loose-leaf, always writing like a news brief Dark chocolate, a goth Willy Wanka, nonsensical gospel, (preach) Moving thro-ugh the alphabet like a boob job, double d-d, double entendre Sealin' your fate and leave you too scarred So rest in peace to opinions, nuance, and redemption Of course I had some shit on, politics and religion But English isn't sufficient, “Ore wa Kami desu” Just doing my job and taking your money, IRS No more pleadin’ the fifth, time to un-plead and spit This track's a 7 in black jack, guaranteed to hit Darwin calls me Friday, I'm here to end the weak Or you could follow God's example and kill yourself

We've been growing older And we've got nothing to show for it But when it's getting darker You gotta shine that much brighter Dreaming my whole life away, living in a quiet place Praying for some better days With better men like Eddie Vedder says Runnin' with the wolves, I'm in a Shia phase I'm working by the fireplace With sacrificial smoke surrounding my entire face I'm looking for a higher way I'm looking to retire while I'm young enough to buy up an entire plane I'm looking for empire plays I remember seeing brighter days once when I was five or eight Before the thought of shame Or poorly timed displays of grace ever became commonplace Before I knew how to erase Before I ever knew my name But me I'm tired of stressing Sip a hot drink on a cold day Send a message to the heavens Roll in paradise like Coldplay Got enough, please no more lessons Keep me young like adolescence Beat the shit out my depression And keep it coming with the blessings, no P.S.’s We've been growing older And we've got nothing to show for it But when it's getting darker You gotta shine that much brighter Yeah I know tomorrow wasn't promised but then came that Obama shit And I decided to temp as an optimist But all that's just some more of that working on a contract shit God, I miss, the ignorance of bliss, a bitter sentiment But can I get a witness in this bitch? A middle finger from the "fuck this," generation given nothin' to sustain us, In this fucked up, iteration of the American dream I'm checking for some updates or a cheat code at the least bro Ripped the blindfold off Lady Justice, tried to wake her from her slumber She dropped a couple Ambien and went back under I wrote a letter to Santa, grabbed a map to candy mountain Sacrificed some cattle, snatched a rabbit foot amulet, patted a magic lamp Blacked out and crashed before my wish was granted Then I had a half a gram of the magic and poof… It's hard to be uplifting when I'm downgrading Make the right choice when I'm left hanging But If power corrupts I'm a fucking angel with a black heart Cause I'm taking my power back, flippin' it like an hourglass I'm done living rich I'm buying cash I'm talkin' bout making a diamond out of grass We've been growing older And we've got nothing to show for it But when it's getting darker You gotta shine that much brighter

I want a dame That first line is so lame, fuck I want a girl who raps along to lil wayne cause I need a shorty with a no space between the ears Like cornrows, more like corn maze, fermenting corn beer oh no Midwestern trash with the undeniable accent I warsh my dishes in the same sink I took baths in Rap kid with more than a couple black friends, They don't take me serious either, I heard em laughing I spit haphazard, I loved black panther unironically Watched it for the first time with my brother mike Who taught me things bout women life and parenthood and rolling weed Like never ask your drug dealer how much cash for a couple g's I recognize the bars I write might stretch a couple beats I didn't come up publicly, I'm private eye like Perry Platypus Or Perry Mason paddleboarding on a public beach, Close my curtains when I'm changing never wanna let the public see Straight chillin, a Saturday morning cartoon kid show villain Like Dr Evil, no doctor, don't need those feelings so mark me up With your surgical marker, sterilize the field, Grab a scalpel and start peeling Cosmetically I'd like a 7 with some confidence And good ass music taste, a hood side to make up the difference Proud to be different, good listener, mmhmm oh girl You know you're better off with better dudes with better jobs You're hot bitch and while you got it you should flaunt it Just to show off drop bombs on those Bimbos from back in college, some boss bitch shit I'm watching it from across this office party Haven't slept in like a week survived on weed and sparkly water Like a bum on a beach, hands out and eyes wide You can catch me on my backside singing rhymes to the sky Which is weird for office parties, didn't realize I'd started This is awkward, guess it's time for my standard Irish goodbye Still on my mind I guess I'd like to pretend That it's closure or closeness I desire and not friends But pop in if you ever made my myspace top 8, facebook top friends Remember when we were only fans? I poke your bubble cause I bet you never heard a mumble With acoustic guitar shake your world tectonic rumble I'm jumbled up, feeling like a clown manic juggalo I say goodbye and then hello, I never let my exes go In Texas where the weather's warm and everyone's perplexed by snow Like can you even drive in this shit, man you bitches driving slow Make the best out of the saddest, snowmen from avalanches, The kinda guy to turn away any and all advances cause I want a dame, someone to play a game or read a book In our reading nook while we're eating cookies off the same plate A long term romantic housemate, like a friend you can date without sending save the dates Oh wait, I'm not playing, don't want you to take my name I'd rather hyphenate or just pretend we're strangers when we're boarding planes I think that's funny, I'm in a phase trying to perform for money Been waiting days to hear somebody say "show us another, buddy" Straight chillin', a Saturday night live white Madvillain more gloom than DOOM but my flow MF building, Unabomber Blow up the charts recorded in a closet, and that's cash in your pocket Don't even ask for the deposit slip, you know I got it

Too many people, thinking this is how you get it Bumming cigarettes, pathetic, envy dressed in velvet Feeling nervous bro I'm nervy, low energy no flirting Dummy Gumby pushing thirty, You'd think my back was hurting From the way I carry a laugh, too far sure Cut me some slack man I still want my single life back I'm a dad, y'all can gasp, Writing front porch raps Trying to get my life on track Pushed the Civic half the distance Shit and I'd push it on back Maybe pathetic with a work ethic, Sure stepping, won't pussy foot the method My intention suggests a quicker hit than meth Crank that, under the weather radar floating in a maybach Maybe someday, one Accord like holy Sunday Still laid back, laid to rest like mass graves packed with fake cats, wet markets, sell goods farm to table Way I slay bats, insane past, Shame trying to lock my ass up in the Way way way back (Man I ain't the same) Time to face facts, face/off, Travolta is a fake ass Nick cage, Sacrifice em for the harvest gods And pray for blood rain, watch us take off Can't touch me in this plane of reality, like the Based God Can I say that? For real can I play that? Nah, but Lil B sent me a dollar on Cashapp when I was laid off Hashtag #thankyoubasedgod I'd kill a goat for you but Jay already bodied Nas and I’ve never been quite so clever with all of the potty talk Imma stop before Omni comes in and cuts the record off Man just let me talk! (Fuck sans, that’s the cops)

Give me nothing but a Sunday spent in a lawn chair Oh Captain, my Captain of nothing Another sunday spent in a lawn chair You can call me Captain Laid back in the warmth of the sun, it's gonna be a hot one, hope you can come, Grabbed a few more chairs out the shed, popped em open, posted hoping This smoke break gets us going We cruising, on a patio deck with the our untanned necks, Expect the first drops of sweat from light of the day First High Life crushed, second one on the way Garcia y Yega split up, kill the guts in the breeze it's our backyard, all grass and no seeds, our own little place to escape and just breathe, Just be yourself, bring your fears hopes and dreams Plenty of space to celebrate in the D Different cultures throwing parties every day of the week Family trees with their roots 6 generations deep How can y’all be racist when they share their recipes? Gotta celebrate when you graduate, Independence days, tacos and parades Soul food from the Koreans, Green curry from the Ly Asian Market Gotta leave Highland Park after dark if You wanna feel the whole city vibing on the weekend Ubereats just arrived and I’m feasting On some vegan eats made by BIPOC Spices ain’t offending me, give me smoke, I spit heat, Let me sing Give me nothing but a Sunday spent in a lawn chair Oh Captain, my Captain of nothing Another sunday spent in a lawn chair You can call me Captain I pull onto Illinois, still enjoying How six in the morn is a different world Listening to the ill-informed mumblings of this frickin' annoyin' Six inch toy, Imperial droid, possessed by the spirit of Freud Shit, fell asleep in the drive-through Gonna be late for church again by a week or two But at least there's room around the fire pit Yeah it's triple digits, what's your point? I'm still sweating out last night, can I just enjoy Sunday in Dallas with an atheist's agenda Grab a folding pew, orange juice, gin and Splenda Shit, got the chair with the bad leg, careful sipping, Last time I fell I rung my bell like I proposed to Kristen But Oak Cliff's the only OC I know And if the backyard's a stage, don't be caught acting your age Cards against humanity maintaining our sanity Hoping the white noise machine, keeps the kids fast asleep Crossfaded, yeah, we burnin' through lighters and the fire's been out for hours I'm Carolina born and raised, yeah I miss it But this frickin’ brisket, whiskey, and tex-mex got me seein' stars Speaking of grab a PBR and we can all Make up constellations to the symphony of police cars Delivery window's closed so our only hope's, Nose goes to scope what's open on Illinois

When someone tells you who they are, you'd better believe em When someone tells you who they are, you better believe em When someone tells you you're worth less, don't try to deceive them Just say if that's how you're feeling then I'm fucking leaving Your armor makes you weaker You go out looking for a battle and I bet you're always found it Cause now I know the secret The only power you have's when the wall's already down But I bought the illusion, got lost in confusion I'd pocket my two cents, and all just to prove that I knew how to suffer well Disregarded the clues that were obvious to Anybody who ever met you but, I'd argue dispute any charges they drew Oh my god this is stupid cause I don’t wanna suffer well And fuck you for asking, I've never been perfect but I've been happy But I guess your crown of thorns is still a crown, huh? Any way to make sure that you're always looking down huh? With a head so full of shit-you can hardly hear a sound huh? You aint Atlas bitch, you're Narcissus - fuck yourself and drown Cause it won't be long before we all know what you know And the world takes a match to its leech But there's hardly a move When the wrongs that you do Put up walls to the truth So appalled at the news That the scars and abuse You wrote off as good news Were just heartless and crude Just a coffin, a tomb From this god misconstrued That sounds awfully like you The J. Cochrane of pews Who was liable to use Any lies and pursuit Just to hide and excuse All the nonsense that's spewed All designed to reduce Beating hearts to mere fumes No more fire or fuel No more spark in the gloom Just a darkness that looms I could honestly puke at the thought of you Screw you from all of us who've gotten caught in your noose, fuck It all feels like a flashback But this pen's emotional hazmat That'll take more shots than a lab rat Til it's not just after the fall that we understand that When someone tells you who they are, you'd better believe em When someone tells you who they are, you better believe em When someone tells you you're worth less, don't try to deceive them Just say if that's how you're feeling then I'm fucking leaving Mama told not to worry about the sparkle in your eyes Keep my hands out of your pockets and my tongue away from lies So I kissed you on the first date When I probably should've tried to recognize that you were flying flags I could never abide Still you fly em, got me hanging out here sideways With my tinted rosy shades, What do you say to all the silence We're too safe to coincide, Too dangerous, too arrogant, Too much like bourbon over ice, Let me inside, I'll keep you warm, I’ll light your fire, I frighten easily, I think that's why I rushed to say I love you Cause you came on strong and then cooled off, Scared me, you called me special Call me perfect, told me everything that I've ever done was worth it You're the only certain circus, Cut the act I think I've heard it Shit you hurt me, why'd you grab me quite so roughly Let go, I love you baby Don't run out the door abruptly Slam the damn thing, never slam the doors, I hear my mother speaking If you're angry when she hurts you, Change the tone with which you're pleading Don't be needy, don't have needs, Don't ask for things, You spent the week's allotted cash on cigarettes instead of dreams You're such a fucking piece of trash, Now how are we supposed to last She never really wants an answer, Just some noises while she packs I guess I told her that was that and Then I found someone else to ask But I won't come back, no I won’t be back No I won’t come back, You gotta see that I gotta get right, keep my chin up high Turn the left cheek when you slap my right Clench my teeth but you won’t see me cry Release all the anger that I kept inside You’ll always cast shadows when you’re in the light Trying to keep my head straight late at night and I don’t believe the things that you believe about me, No I don’t wanna die Still it’s a grind, left foot right foot Til I get to where I'm going Never knowing where I'm headed, Pushed by winds wherever blowing Time keeps pushing on, One second per second later, accelerator Forward progress is still progress; If you meet a girl you don’t have to date her Still I bet I’ll find me a woman who doesn't hate my stinking guts A person who can express their love Without anybody getting slugged A person who might chase me down the road In the winter when the air is getting cold To make sure I’ve got my winter coat, If I’m ugly hurting they’ll pull me close Maybe they'll bring coffee to my desk or Write me notes or tell me yes, They'd love to meet my folks and friends, We're more than friends, I almost know But I don’t need your new edition, I add up to something great Any person who can count their stars Can always change their fate And I don’t say shit just to say it, I’m not praying, I’m not basic, This ain’t a cry for help, I’m patient; I won’t let myself get complacent I don’t need your definition, hopes and dreams, or conversation I could give a damn about you, if anything it’s motivation I’m gon make it out this neighborhood, The whole damn world can hear me say it I’m cool af: go fuck yourself; If you have any questions, just replay this

Diary entry: She left me In the land of sunshine and no shades Frank Oceans with no waves I don’t play, oh ya don’t say I’m tired of hearing her voice fade Over cinematic shots with Coldplay In the background like it’s Soul Train And we all care about your low fade And your high tops Vans ain’t for kids, It’s lowgrade on the blacktop She wants gold rings with some space rocks And she had to, only wish you’d Sold me a half truth I won’t at you I’d rather be spouting off facts too Do the bad things really catch you? Guess not, bless your heart Don’t talk at me when I pass through Everyone else in the limousine Throw up a finger and let me get at you Cause I’m rad too, I’d put up another feather in my cap If I had to, but that won’t do Cause I’m doing just great here without you Well I’m doing okay here without you It ain’t perfect, it gets bad too A couple of times every week When I think that I see you I almost go back to when We vowed to always stay mad true But the sad truth is I can get by on my own if I have to Cause I have to and I’m doing fine on my own Here without you This is me getting over you and babe it's fucking effortless This is me getting over you and babe it's fucking effortless Baby it's effortless, I could care less who's next Don't need to hear the future's bright Cause right now's feeling excellent You lookin' “meh” at best, I'm fly as a reverend And getting brain on the Ferris wheel’s what I mean When I say heads will spin Once upon a time there was a dumb bitch Oh you've heard this one before? Then next chapter: ex cappa on x factor heads backs to my place I knick-named her jetlag Make me wanna head right to bed and Stay til, I reset that ass Don’t need game when I’m overflowing with confidence she can ride that wave and Partake my Gemini sack-riments And I know what you're thinking, “I'm just trying to fill, the void that you left” Call me President Franklin and FDR rated Stella Groove shit I been over you, now I'm under her, and I wrote my truth in seven fucking words Call you unleavened, don't knead that shit Let me be clear, you were never my inspiration Not even for this song, no credits or dedication

Fuck you Fuck you, jabroni