[Verse 1] I didn’t expect this shit to be like this I couldn’t foresee a new me right this I thought I’d follow paths of the righteous Eye follows nails’ entry, my wrist Can’t keep fightin’ this supreme complex, Can’t let Mama down she don’t need that text But I can’t keep being her hedonist And I can’t keep pretending there’s beyond this Believe my record of the world, Guinness Believe in the word of the Lord’s Genesis Believe in the Gospel, but which book is this? Believe the pontificate, my word ignominious Can’t decide on this thing called life ‘Cause I can’t deride all these sins of mine ‘Cause I can’t derive from pride that I can die a son of thy most high This is inaugurate of pretenses offered in this new monogamous office that God is in This can’t be offered to some kid from Austin if his mind can’t contemplate the spot where Yahweh is Can’t believe the shit I see when I stare at the ceiling Old friends and lovers still fuck up my feelings [Hook] When I was 5, I dreamed about a big stage When I was 9, my parents got my first bass 14, homies talkin’ ‘bout we would play I’m almost 19 I can only see those lights fade I don’t know if there really is a right age to see your dreams break and your potential go to waste If in 5, you don’t hear from me ever again, I just want you to know that I’m in a better place [Verse 2] Can’t think through my psyche Can’t swim what I cry me Can’t feel through my writing Can’t serve to stymie Do you remember those nights in December, we’d do hoodrat shit and then drugs in yo’ fender This the shit I miss the most but this is what made me different I suppose This is the part where I part with my friends for this dream I thought maybe could introduce ends Anymore weed for my self-esteem, anymore and I’m destined to burn out the team Any more players who still fuck with me, anymore? I guess only the Ravens, nevermore [Hook] When I was 5, I dreamed about a big stage When I was 9, my parents got my first bass 14, homies talkin’ ‘bout we would play I’m almost 19 I can only see those lights fade I don’t know if there really is a right age to see your dreams break and your potential go to waste If in 5, you don’t hear from me ever again, I just want you to know that I’m in a better place [Verse 3] Why I gotta let this shit happen? Why I gotta do this shit rappin’? Why can’t I get a nice job and a good girl and a place in Manhattan? Why I gotta chase that fuckin’ rabbit? Why do I always gotta have it? Why am I always facin’ pussy, caterpillars, and mad hattin’? Why is this pace always so frantic? Why they always pullin’ on my fabric? Why am I just a peasant chasin’ presence and my pedigree learned is pedantic? Why do I gotta go belly up? Why do I gotta go and fuck this up? Why’d you stop inhalin’ bruh? WHY DO I ALWAYS GOTTA FUCK THIS UP I don’t know how longer I can do this Two more months and I lose it The foundation’s shit fuck a blueprint. But if you know me you already knew this.

[Verse 1] Monster Smith just took the screws out his head Imparted him with the part of him that kept him fed. Realized feelings weak, sleep for the dead You give a rat some freedom and he wants more than bread Keep them Macs I ain’t need ‘em I ain’t chasin’ no heathens These roaches scatter in spotlight I just let the leaches bleed ‘em Only surveys of impedance Keep that Clearwater my Creedence These are pictures of me I just hope you can see ‘em [Hook] Y’all be hemorrhaging money, bring the yellow tape Never compensate, just contemplate and concentrate Bring the racks out, finna raise the murder rate x2 [Fer Verse] Bars / cream / suits / rhymes and riddles Dream a little dream of me and I’ll make your blood sizzle Cute laces and braces funny boy look like a skittle Red bed for the dead with no heart in the middle Only countin’ green for my colors / that Donald Sterling Popped X in Big Tex and now my cranium swirlin’ Messed around with the .45 and now I might fiddle Get up off my fat ass and I’ll show you boys a little How to backpedal / slap pedals / and bring metal to the heat Put the burner in my cuff and I’ll make yo ass take a seat Don’t let my J’s get scuffed or you’ll lay down at my feet Big pimpin’ on the court but got 99 problems / Like Jay-Z Come at me with the strap / murder / primetime on the telly Time to say goodbye and die brotha / Andrea Bocelli Brains splattered / pit-pattered / pain and pride on the pavement I’ll see you yo little sorry ass next day down at the Holiday Inn Catch a thunder to your neck and I’ll make sure that you’re hearing it Got sleepers / boosters / Tec-9s all in my pyramid Kill Bill on you ill-wills / so much skill that it’s sick Trick sticks on these Bushwick Bills with my man Rick Astley on Aston Martin Feathertop on my Gucci Clickin’ I’m back in Boston Stickin’ with Stanley Tucci Got my day one’s with race cars Oil right on the slick Got my trill homie Jake in between the cut and the fifth Make an example out yo’ ass and my homies will get a kick Come around next time and I’ll punch you in your shit / ay [Verse 3] How come when you’re runnin’ and you’re gunnin’ and you never stop to wonder how your mama spent the money on ya? How sly when you gotta stand by and you make your girl cry ‘cause you cannot spend the money on her? Now you gotta stand down, that’s a money order And you can get archived like a tape recorder Mama used to say you’ll understand when you’re older But now that day has come and you shoulda fuckin’ told her

[Hook] Everything is quiet Can’t say how I feel so I write it I couldn't have worse timin’ But I need you to know that I’m tryin’ I’m alone in ways that I can’t admit But these are the parts that I admonish Half of my confessions I can’t read But don’t cry, Rosebud, the neighbors are asleep [Verse 1] I try and take faults as honestly As I can and do so inertly I’m a sot soaked in my innards And all of the things that I saw in her [Fi$cher Rich Verse] Collected minds can make havoc If you want the truth I’ll rap it I’m dreaming ‘bout the future every night and now I’ve had it It’s time to take action, ain’t no time for relaxin’ About as somber as a hurricane that’s lacking in direction When I see him on stage I’m imagining my reflection I’m a driven individual with too much pride in my possession Can you teach me a lesson I feel misguided But do it soon before this country gets divided [Hook] Everything is quiet Can’t say how I feel so I write it I couldn't have worse timin’ But I need you to know that I’m tryin’ I remember the occasions we got dappered up And long summer days in your taffeta Oh, I wanna say I love you but those things are not who you’ve become As time carries off who I’m thinking of [Hook] Everything is quiet Can’t say how I feel so I write it I couldn't have worse timin’ But I need you to know that I’m tryin’ I’m alone in ways that I can’t admit But these are the parts that I admonish Half of my confessions I can’t read But don’t cry, Rosebud, the neighbors are asleep

[Verse 1] I gotta bone to pick wit’ the prose you kick so Imma flow like this, a path that’s mo’ righteous And Imma hold yo’ fuckin’ standards to a height like this All y’all fuckboys students, you can highlight this I don’t fuck with your bars boy, I get high like this I don’t give a FUCK you got a nightlight wrist I don’t got a place for racists in a time like this And if you hit a bitch then Imma choke a Vick See, I come from families that love and respect and nurture each other I come from places so dark you visit and lose your brother So Imma use your mother are tools smother the rules you choose to cover your bigotry from here to infinity Think about all of the times y’all at a dinner and bring home a boyfriend who’s black Mama keeps starin’ at you from the back Won’t pay for the wedding so good luck with that And think about if he’s the opposite sex but for you it’s the same one and you do your best to explain but in pain Mama’s face slowly pales as she pictures and altar with two separate veils See I could care less if you won’t address these issues but don’t so you’re gonna get blessed by the Midas touch of wisin’ up to the people around us who’s risin’ up And the problem I’m thinkin’ does start in the nuclear, Split all the atoms, let Eve by the new rebirth And tell ya mama we gon’ keep on schoolin’ her [Hook] First of, fuck your 9 to 5 If you ain’t choosin’ freedom, you ain’t really alive If you wanna bow down, just give ‘em your time Keep your head in the clouds and your mind on the hive x2 [ASTRØnomer Verse] I work the hours Freddy Krueger's out creepin’ I wish nightmares were what was causin’ my lack of sleepin’ I wish I didn’t have the secret to be keepin’ Elm Street murder’s where I’m taken by my feelings Past reasonable doubt, Past gettin’ devout Thuggin’ spirits so deep they ain’t never gettin’ out my soul Falls apart at the seams Believe me when I say I know what sorrow means I’ll write ‘til I bleed, I’ll write ‘til I need a transfusion Blood spillin’ out in an ambulance alluding To the fact that I need nothin’ more than music I write ‘cause it’s the only path worth my choosin’ Work hard, work fast, I ain’t got time for snoozin’ If you just startin’ now, boy you already losin’ Insomniac feelin’ blue, hauntin’ dead career avenue Game over, insert coins to continue Fuck! (We ain’t givin’ out free rides no more, fuck did you expect?) [Hook] First of, fuck your 9 to 5 If you ain’t choosin’ freedom, you ain’t really alive If you wanna bow down, just give ‘em your time Keep your head in the clouds and your mind on the hive x2