Southeastern

South east!
East!

I feel like aziz on the southeast

I feel like scorsese on the southeast
Reflect on my life, it flashes past me
Window pane saw a boy become a man
Summertime, crack it open: there's no fan
But i think i fell in love and fucking grew up on a train
Have i even changed, or am i the fucking same?
I cried my favourite tears on the southeast
An old woman noticed, and she asked me,
"My dear, my dear, my dear are you ok?"
I said, "i think i'm straight?" (Wait whoops, never mind...)
Anyways, we cross paths every night
And for the last 8 years you've seen the tears that I've cried
And seen the partitions between the parts of my life
She does her makeup on the commute, a facade is mine
While the tarot cards decline, under starless skies
Did you see my pen, see me writing rhymes?
And saw who i bloomed into, in due time -
The whirring of the tracks should have told me it'd be fine
Growing up south, i think that shit distanced me
Oh shit, the signals cut, i'm at hither green

I feel like aziz on the southeast
I feel like scorsese on the southeast

Hold the fuck up! i ain't finished yet!
You were kinda buzzed, i would introspect
And when you're kinda drunk, you start whispering
And dreaming of the days before all of the ritalin
Growing up south gave disdain for the East
At least it's not the North so there's pain when i bleed
Late as fuck every time, thanks southeastern!
But you've got character, i guess that shit is decent
Cried about somebody like, "what's the fucking reason?"
In july, ride with nothing but a t-shirt
To cover my psyche, number (N)ine hype beast
Future wasn't likely until it fucking hit me
Southeast, you see my history
In a different uniform, i miss the innocence
Don't mind me like a gap, i'm diligent
Yellow sometimes, others blue and white
Last year a girl committed suicide
And now they flyplaster posters of Samaritans
And in my arrogance, thought it didn't matter
And over the bodies, the rails they clatter
Didn't have the time, or maybe it wasn't the mind
Wish i could backtrack time to the tracks, say i'm fine
Because i'd rather think, about passin' me by
When you showed me the map, i resented the pharcyde
When i cried on the plush, it was arms on thighs
I never showed eyes, just let out a sharp sigh
Dated decor we turned archive dior!
I dropped my heart on the floor, automatic doors
Broken announcers, robot or a woman?
In corruption, young men or children?
The footrest radiators cranked up,
It's fucked up, trains ours, thank us