Never Again (Relapse)
I need to rest
I need a cat nap
Trying to stay away from relapse
Trying to stay away from relapse
Trying to stay away from relapse
Look, I need to rest
I need a cat nap
Trying to stay away from relapse
Trying to stay away from relapse
Trying to stay away from relapse
Look, I wake up from my cat nap
I relapse on backpacks
With tight straps
You never let them see you shuffle
I ruffle, I kerfuffle
I will tussle, I guzzle beats
And throw up muffled metaphors
Behind closed doors
I would say I tend to struggle
All these things I try to juggle
I'd be better off as a smuggling
Making bundles moving bundles
In the jungle
I am King Kong
When I step you hear the rumble
I'm perfecting my craft
Man I'm learning how to tumble
That's a suicide drop
Like the way I lay them up
Allen Iverson, a shy person
With a small percent of dissonance
A quick descent in learning to dissent
My intent is to invent
Something you ain't heard yet
My intent is to invent
Something you ain't heard yet
Something you haven't heard yet
I'm content with living in the present
As long as the present ain't the future
And the future ain't the past
Aren't we tired, aren't we over
The leftovers, we move over
I got closer
I'm a poser when I'm healthy
I'm a stoner when I'm wealthy
And I'm ugly in a selfie
There's nothing you could tell me
You just got to listen
I'm trying hard not to relapse, look
I'm tryin hard not to relapse
Look
I need a cat nap
Trying to stay away from relapse
Trying to stay away from relapse
Trying to stay away from relapse
Look, I need to rest
I need a cat nap
Trying to stay away from relapse
Trying to stay away from relapse
Trying to stay away from relapse
Look, I wake up from my cat nap
I relapse on backpacks
With tight straps
You never let them see you shuffle
I ruffle, I kerfuffle
I will tussle, I guzzle beats
And throw up muffled metaphors
Behind closed doors
I would say I tend to struggle
All these things I try to juggle
I'd be better off as a smuggling
Making bundles moving bundles
In the jungle
I am King Kong
When I step you hear the rumble
I'm perfecting my craft
Man I'm learning how to tumble
That's a suicide drop
Like the way I lay them up
Allen Iverson, a shy person
With a small percent of dissonance
A quick descent in learning to dissent
My intent is to invent
Something you ain't heard yet
My intent is to invent
Something you ain't heard yet
Something you haven't heard yet
I'm content with living in the present
As long as the present ain't the future
And the future ain't the past
Aren't we tired, aren't we over
The leftovers, we move over
I got closer
I'm a poser when I'm healthy
I'm a stoner when I'm wealthy
And I'm ugly in a selfie
There's nothing you could tell me
You just got to listen
I'm trying hard not to relapse, look
I'm tryin hard not to relapse
Look
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Writer(s): Matthew Bellinger
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