[prod. by mr. master (bert kaempfert)]
[verse: mr. master]
No, please continue
This rage seems to have been bottled deep within you
If you need to steer it at me, feel free
Say whatever nonsense you want
I think I got you beat
Lip service. Fresh mouth for you to misinterpret
Stamp a red “Found” on that missing persons
I’m gut-churningly here
In your rearview mirror
With the bang to your headback
Drive to my undisclosed shadow work. PiagJet black
I know forty-somethings who’d kill to be twenty again
I know twenty-year-olds who’d kill to be nineteen
That youth envy’s deadly the way time proceeds
Straight lined-ly, with no room for fake time machinеs
Do you think your high school self was as good as you’d get?
Have you considеred all the better selves you haven’t been yet?
Why do you have to see teenage millionaires as a threat?
Does this have anything to do with your secret fear of death?
It’s not even because I’m smart
I don’t need glasses to read the top of the eye chart
You’re just so legible. Take stock of your speech
If you don’t mend your mind gaps, your trauma leaks
You’d call cheat if you saw how often the body selects for honesty
You’re lucky this confidence isn’t fueling a Ponzi scheme
Keep going. Scream your truth at me
That way, we can finally figure out why you are so bad at rapping
[verse: mr. master]
No, please continue
This rage seems to have been bottled deep within you
If you need to steer it at me, feel free
Say whatever nonsense you want
I think I got you beat
Lip service. Fresh mouth for you to misinterpret
Stamp a red “Found” on that missing persons
I’m gut-churningly here
In your rearview mirror
With the bang to your headback
Drive to my undisclosed shadow work. PiagJet black
I know forty-somethings who’d kill to be twenty again
I know twenty-year-olds who’d kill to be nineteen
That youth envy’s deadly the way time proceeds
Straight lined-ly, with no room for fake time machinеs
Do you think your high school self was as good as you’d get?
Have you considеred all the better selves you haven’t been yet?
Why do you have to see teenage millionaires as a threat?
Does this have anything to do with your secret fear of death?
It’s not even because I’m smart
I don’t need glasses to read the top of the eye chart
You’re just so legible. Take stock of your speech
If you don’t mend your mind gaps, your trauma leaks
You’d call cheat if you saw how often the body selects for honesty
You’re lucky this confidence isn’t fueling a Ponzi scheme
Keep going. Scream your truth at me
That way, we can finally figure out why you are so bad at rapping
( mr. master )
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