February

Pen to page my will gon outlive all the strife
What's sweet in death gon get determined by yo life
I seen niggas that get left by all they right hands
I know that nigga did you wrong he ain't the right man

Shordy i was surely finna hit you on some talk it out
I know i had you on your knees it's time to walk it out
They know i shoot with perfect aim, got lots of stories to tell
Lot of journeys met an end without me knowing em well

I find the scale of my vernacular spectacular, like flying kaiju
My words can soar to heights so great not even sound can find you
And at times i feel too clever for my own good
Tryna say too much on simple shit that should be understood

I turn to visions of creatives painting images in motion
As we grapple with reality and weigh all of our motives
I hark back to words i wrote and i just hope they've aged like sand
When the well run dry i hope my flows provide my final stand

Tryna make sense bout how it cost money to change
Heart weighs heavy i couldn't just give it away
Mad at a moment like why don't it ever just stay?
Par for the course, i gotta found my own way

I got this heart on my sleeve
And still they gon aim for the neck
The words i put on the beat
The shit i'm gon say with my chest
Ain't one of us better than we
Our struggle unite us like death
It's hard to not bottle it up when i'm running on fumes and got nowhere to vent

Bag it
Count up
Spending
Blew it
Bag it
Count up
Spending
Blew it

Bad bitch
Need me
For a
Time
Shordy switching moods like the day turn into night

Like what you talking bout?
Thought i was down and out
We gon be alright
You don't gotta doubt
If it ain't our time,
It still ain't running out
We gon spin again
Ain't no burning out