Philosopher King

Dry crossing up the holy five hate
Your cousin is my hobby, free throw
I'd toss my calling card, but I'd hate to make a baby feel slow
Nope, bro
There's lots of answers to shit
Like the numbing that you feel is real, then pain grows
You'll get for what you asked
Patience is the lane I mate with, case closed

If I fall, will you be there
To catch me now, catch me now?
Or if I fall, will you be there to show me how
Show me how I've fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen?

All cranky in a blanket with a lazy eye
Same pigeon that was shitting on the other guy
Why yo fitness need a witness?
I too can cook a bunch of little meals

(Friend, friend, make my life)
(Friend, friend, make my life)

I picked 'em up and clipped their hype
It was the tamest type, the little bitch couldn't listen
I flipped it up and twisted night into a padded white room
Bitch named "Kristen"

I will run laps around you, around you
Go on, try, tug me back to you, but I'll fly
Guess they were right
No way to drag your body and make up the time
So I'll focus on mine, not gonna hold me down
I'm leaving you behind

Won't say that you're better
Won't sell you a better lie
Won't tell you etcetera
Won't say that you're doing fine
If your life never turns around
And if you should die tomorrow or the week after next
I know that I will be safe and sound
I won't be there cleaning up all the mess

All cranky in a blanket with a lazy eye
Same pigeon that was shitting on the other guy
Why yo fitness need a witness?
I too can cook a bunch of little meals
I felt my body craving
The oxygen from ancient wasteland aching
I wanna be the man with the bacon
Make a light reveal the only stake in fakeness, fucked

I will run laps around you, around you
Go on, try, tug me back to you, but I'll fly
Guess they were right
No way to drag your body and make up the time
So I'll focus on mine, not gonna hold me down
I'm leaving you behind