Outro
Okay, I wander south of Harlem
Introspection dumb stressful these days
I'd rather roll up my problems
Light it, pray that shit save me
(I'm gonna crash mayday mayday mayday)
I been turning to these substances
Soul ain't feeling substantive no more
My conscience been real absent since I kicked it out the door
I'm reading Frost & Roethke
Wondering if any of this music that I make will reach your ears
It is a blessing to be heard, ain't it?
Every poet yearn greatness
Better yet, cut me a big seven-figure check
Give me some absurd payments
I've been driving slow through Hokkaido
I got that vinyl on
Love and Peace by Quincy Jones
A cup of double Styrofoam
Memories of faded sun that shine on lines of snow
Along the road, they up my nose
I'm far from home
My life devoted to pursuit of sacred poems
I pray I retain my soul
Got demons in my system, but my grandma claim who don't
The perfect man perfect only to those who don't know him
I am artist and sinner
Ain't no rapper here heroic
But I'm sure the shit I spit gon' turn to instant classic
So just sit your hating ass down
It's time the class clown took the stage
Displaying grace as he relay his last bow
Introspection dumb stressful these days
I'd rather roll up my problems
Light it, pray that shit save me
(I'm gonna crash mayday mayday mayday)
I been turning to these substances
Soul ain't feeling substantive no more
My conscience been real absent since I kicked it out the door
I'm reading Frost & Roethke
Wondering if any of this music that I make will reach your ears
It is a blessing to be heard, ain't it?
Every poet yearn greatness
Better yet, cut me a big seven-figure check
Give me some absurd payments
I've been driving slow through Hokkaido
I got that vinyl on
Love and Peace by Quincy Jones
A cup of double Styrofoam
Memories of faded sun that shine on lines of snow
Along the road, they up my nose
I'm far from home
My life devoted to pursuit of sacred poems
I pray I retain my soul
Got demons in my system, but my grandma claim who don't
The perfect man perfect only to those who don't know him
I am artist and sinner
Ain't no rapper here heroic
But I'm sure the shit I spit gon' turn to instant classic
So just sit your hating ass down
It's time the class clown took the stage
Displaying grace as he relay his last bow
Credits
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