[Verse 1]
still keepin ya secrets
i'm still sweepin ya mess
but there's no re-grets
even if ya peek in
ya won't see me sneakin
i ain't gonna be tryin
ta creep in
cause i got my degree in
puffin tough an gettin high
but i'm succeedin
wit two feet in
so ya betta be belivin
in tha words
that i'm leavin
take a minute
to let'em seep in
instead of critiquing
every little thing
while i'm speakin
just leakin facts
checkin for cracks
can't let you
advance these attacks
keepin these stacks
with plaques on tha wall
packin racks and mac's
so don't slack
before i was blinded
by treasure an snacks
but chu can save the chants
cause now
i can see tha forecast
an ya'know
it helps me relax

[Verse 2]
a busted out mom
an a distracted dad
won't talk on your sister
cause it still makes me sad
an ya better fix her boy
before he gets beaten down bad
how it got to this
i still dun understand
grandma has her head
buried in the sand
your aunt and cousins
i promise they have a plan
yer brother is flagged
he probably on a list
no surprise if he's tagged
but i got some bad news
and no it wasn't planned
i woke up that day
an was verbally jabbed
by dat verbal righthand
i'm still not sure
exactly what happened
or if it was planned
but i know
i got slammed
it was off brand
and ya never gave me
the chance to withstand
instead i got the boot
essentially banned
out wit tha trash
an basically bagged
i bought ya tha knife
didn't expect to get stabbed

[Verse 3]
if ya cut through the static
it's possible
that i'm bein dramatic
dis pen
is gettin erratic
doin tricks
like it's acrobatic
no need ta think
cause i got it
on automatic
an yes
i realize how
that could be problematic
but this build up
deserves a finish
i'm thinkin something climatic
maybe even cinematic
don't panic
i think we're makin
an instant classic
but maybe i'm dumb
or just a romantic
an now it turns out
i'm gonna need some magic
if i wanna cut through
all of this
god damn traffic
cause now it feels like
i'm lookin for Atlantis
at the bottom of the Atlantic
it's a suicide mission
like visitin the Titanic
need a prayer magician
cause dis is gettin Satanic

[Verse 4]
comin in now
ridin round tha bend
i already knew
that we were here
we were nearin tha end
recallin panic lies
an playin pretend
so i tried to improvise
but only lost my friend
with fucked up goodbyes
an i'm still not sure
exactly what happened
an no i'm really not
trying ta extend or criticize
but it was immature
dunno if ya realize
or if ya comprehend
dis shit can't work
if yer playin pretend
regardless of
what ya hope or intend
it went belly up
when you left it for dead
runnin out of time
take care of yer head
i read yer words
and heard what you said
that shit scared me
an filled me wit dread
take care of yer self
cause tonight
i ain't comin ta bed
dun want tha invite
when it's already condemned
so give my best ta Gwen
an her sour dough bread
it really just sucks when
we both fucked in tha head

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