Verse 1
Sometimes I wonder who the fuck I am
Self reflections: my second first impression
Formulates a new expression
Pierre Auguste Renoir I are
Tired of asking depressing questions in succession
Dealing with aggression
This concealment has become an art
Pay attention to detail, see how hard I'm pressing
Changing complexion, I'm Stressing
They say paint a Soelil Levant
Keep your Monet, I paint what's in my heart
It's dark, I'm not with it sonny
I ain't Mac Miller fuck that flow
I'm that genius no one knows
Everyone laughs when I'm dead serious
Heath Ledger; rest his soul
Talking with my bro, he doesn't agree that happiness
Is our end goal
I guess its hard for us when love moves the poles
I'm from an era where chivalry is dead
Woman go first so men can look at their ass instead
Looking for all the wrong reasons to get her right into bed
Lie, Lye down, that's 'bout twice now
Our Romeo and Juliet
Oh So
Its not me its you
All of you that's forced me to see stuff from your Angle
But your view is acute, I mean obtuse
Read the lads bible, follow the rules so you will be excused
I'm baffled
Along with your ancestors which stand bemused: as you act a fool
Who cares you're playing up for dudes
Matthew 22; says you can move the poles back into view
By jerking off in a closet, watching a couple having sex and letting loose
WTF Matthew!?
Verse 2
I lend an ear, IK hear their problems
I empathise often
But I fear I might pick a wrong-en
So I take precautions
I stay austere
Never love drunk if you can't get to the bottom
Stayed away from the rotten toxins
You can see already there's limited options
Within a microcosm of a microcosm
My promptness helped me get my doctrine
But my medicine is nostrum
So I'm busy with vodka topping
Trynna get to Benders intoxication
A triple entendre if you don't know
Keep contemplating, whilst I get busy on this So'Co
If bread absorbs: I don't wanna be tipsy
I wanna be on the floor ; board paralytic out for sixty
Years or more
With no 999 to my rescue
No stomach pump, then you know god blessed you
Blessed with the devils juice
Wines been made with Eden's fruit
If your god forbids you; 5 finger discount that shit if you have to
A commandment missing? from the lads bible is it?
Matthew 22
You're not my idol, Bredrin
And've had enough of your black lies; Truth
(And fuck your disciples too)
Sometimes I wonder who the fuck I am
Self reflections: my second first impression
Formulates a new expression
Pierre Auguste Renoir I are
Tired of asking depressing questions in succession
Dealing with aggression
This concealment has become an art
Pay attention to detail, see how hard I'm pressing
Changing complexion, I'm Stressing
They say paint a Soelil Levant
Keep your Monet, I paint what's in my heart
It's dark, I'm not with it sonny
I ain't Mac Miller fuck that flow
I'm that genius no one knows
Everyone laughs when I'm dead serious
Heath Ledger; rest his soul
Talking with my bro, he doesn't agree that happiness
Is our end goal
I guess its hard for us when love moves the poles
I'm from an era where chivalry is dead
Woman go first so men can look at their ass instead
Looking for all the wrong reasons to get her right into bed
Lie, Lye down, that's 'bout twice now
Our Romeo and Juliet
Oh So
Its not me its you
All of you that's forced me to see stuff from your Angle
But your view is acute, I mean obtuse
Read the lads bible, follow the rules so you will be excused
I'm baffled
Along with your ancestors which stand bemused: as you act a fool
Who cares you're playing up for dudes
Matthew 22; says you can move the poles back into view
By jerking off in a closet, watching a couple having sex and letting loose
WTF Matthew!?
Verse 2
I lend an ear, IK hear their problems
I empathise often
But I fear I might pick a wrong-en
So I take precautions
I stay austere
Never love drunk if you can't get to the bottom
Stayed away from the rotten toxins
You can see already there's limited options
Within a microcosm of a microcosm
My promptness helped me get my doctrine
But my medicine is nostrum
So I'm busy with vodka topping
Trynna get to Benders intoxication
A triple entendre if you don't know
Keep contemplating, whilst I get busy on this So'Co
If bread absorbs: I don't wanna be tipsy
I wanna be on the floor ; board paralytic out for sixty
Years or more
With no 999 to my rescue
No stomach pump, then you know god blessed you
Blessed with the devils juice
Wines been made with Eden's fruit
If your god forbids you; 5 finger discount that shit if you have to
A commandment missing? from the lads bible is it?
Matthew 22
You're not my idol, Bredrin
And've had enough of your black lies; Truth
(And fuck your disciples too)
( 8th harmony )
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