Nobody ever make it out alive (woo!) This ain't first class I got upgraded Penny pinchin' rapper even though I made it Mama got the clothes from garage sales Took the low so I could have the top shelf, yeah Humble thyself or God will Youngin' with a little drive like a Hot Wheel, yeah Now it's pop culture when you're poppin' pills, right? Rather have us medicated than healed, right?
Look, blog said I'm in album mode Boy, I'm always in album mode My slice need the alamo New York like Al Capone Whole squad in the patagon My girl b-b-bad, bad to the bone I keep losin' my wedding ring, I gotta go get that tatted on I'm–out in Europe, it feel just like the burrow Shoutin' "Ya heard!" Spent a Euro, got dessert, that's that churro Need that Word that's eternal, I write the rap, no journal My pen got me some wins, I feel like Joe Paterno, aye
I don't got no time for beefin' with nobody else I've been dealin' with my demons, I been beefin' with myself I need Heaven down on Earth 'cause it's feelin' like it's Hell That's all that I can do, uh
Ah, 1 a.m., I ain't sleepin' 2 a.m., I ain't sleepin' (not at all) 3 a.m., I ain't sleepin' (wide awake) Maybe I should get some sleep in I got angels flyin' all around I pray they take me off the ground I know I got one lookin' down on me, on me, on me
(Every sword got two edges How will I be remembered?)
I got angels flyin' all around I pray they take me off the ground I know I got one lookin' down on me I got angels flyin' all around I pray they take me off the ground I know I got one lookin' down on me, on me, on me
Standing alone in the parking lot of The Truman Show [?] the things I never knew before Laying flowers at the casket of a twenty-two-year-old me The sound of usual but listen death is beautiful see Nothing grows until it finally dies And you'll never find the truth until you find the lies well Now that I have started pulling the strings some things are unraveling And I don't like what I'm seeing but yet I proceed (deconstruction) This the moment I hold it all in question It's terrifying 'cause there ain't nothing to rest in the sense of a lost direction Is messy but still, I press and I'm desperate to find the answer I can't go on with the guessing Did any one percent of the people I call my brethren Put an elephant in the room and say it was heaven sent I don't know what Bible you reading or what God you believe in But that don't sound like reason, it sound like you sleeping So I'm leaving, this my Last Supper who treatin'? Take a stand for the knee and your Nike still creasing I let it all fall apart then I took the pieces Reconstructing everything I once believed in, yeah
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