black tar on the foil watch the bubbles boil
blood from the slain dragon look like motor oil
knock at the door but that’s the gutter for you
but it sounds like the kinda knock that got some trouble for you
tax dollars at work and for all that it’s worth
they're coming out of the bushes, they're army crawling in dirt
all this camo and ammo, handcuffed and searched
so many prayers in my name I should come with a church
now maybe mama can sleep all because of the beast
once I kick dope in this cell I can be free
and once I get over my self I can be me
cashed in some white privilege got from 20 to 3
so what, you tryna tell me that don’t still exist?
tryna tell me I ain’t live thru this?
tryna tell me that I’m wrong to keep it real for this?
you think I will forget how really real it gets?
like I won’t kill for this

ain’t it funny how they think they know me
let’s be honest you don’t miss the old me
bring up old shit tryna quote me
something something
that you told me for an OC
ain’t it funny how they think they know me
let’s be honest you don’t miss the old me
bring up old shit tryna quote me
something somebody owes me that I won’t see

5 years on the run, 3 doing time
newfound freedom nevermind what I do what do with mine
day for day not a day sooner, do or die
dormant for a while late-bloomer with the bluest sky
the truest shine, soak up sun for no reason
even when it’s snow season
hit the slopes yeah these heights come with nose-bleeding
86 cold hearts that got no feelings
I prefer a small circle with no ceilings
it’s to the moon as we proceeding
deeply rooted as it grows yeah that’s no seedling
and if you reaping what you sow you’d fasho see it
I ain’t tryna change your mind
I’m like so be it, I don’t need it
I don’t even take time to scroll past it, I don’t see it
all in all, I'm fantastic
but don’t feel the need to speak it
just tap in if you can keep a secret
peep it

sometimes you gotta just...

let it breathe, bring it back then set it free
upgrade it, now it process at better speed
just beyond the pale outsider living selfishly
burning all the bridges into town where the elders sleep
helplessly tryna save whatever’s left of these
dusty scrapbooks full of mom’s recipes
allegedly should have expired by now
you know the odds been stacked against me
since the fire burned out
probably shoulda been Morrison or even Joplin
speak too soon could see Thompson or Abbie Hoffman
all legends but often lost in translation
seeking validation from a bossman

ain’t it funny how they think they know me
let’s be honest you don’t miss the old me
bring up old shit tryna quote me
something something
that you told me for an OC
ain’t it funny how they think they know me
let’s be honest you don’t miss the old me
bring up old shit tryna quote me
something somebody owes me that I won’t see