VERSE ONE Man said he really want the bisquick Pancake flat, thats a misfit Hit me on the jack and he missed it Really said miss before he hit this Couldn’t fancy any diamonds, never wrist fit Said i couldn’t shine but he misheard Told me that he thought that I was glistening I been saying this kid Really need to work on fucking listening damn I told him distance and he said he’s my man Guess I’m feeling safer now that bullets Aren’t on either side of me Probably stuck inside that crooked tree It’s the voice inside of me, that’s the enemy Tried talking sense but the change is slipping outta me He said his apartment was the foundation, probably Helping me to tear down, patient and methodically Never realized till the man stepped outta me He was like some 25 cent duct tape on a lobotomy VERSE TWO And, that’s the heart of me Pessimism (narcissism) at the essence of the thought of me Barter me, trading self for a martyr me Home is never guaranteed to be a part of me And, that’s the heart of me Narcissism at the essence of the thought of me Barter me, trading self for a martyr me Home is never guaranteed to be a part of me VERSE TWO If i could step forth to the future Theres 10 guaranteed suitors But 12 guaranteed shooters So i stand left by the looters The men wanna get w me but the Words never come through her first Instinct was to duck down then Dive out like a loser Saying the pain will probably dissipate I know that shit is fake Privilege at the center of my fate I know why im alive Even the dead can drive Knowledge is passing but the feeling stays How bout some healing mate Funny to think the therapist can die Infinitely sigh And I don’t think I really give a fuck no more Put me in the truck, that’s war Pull up in the car, that’s mad Made a quick cuck out the man Even as a child I was bad Stranger thought he was my dad So, I put him in his place real quick
Funny how a gap like 10 years Make a sad sack seek tenure When he barely know me Tranny got the manny car, how bizarre Learn it from the worst, he know who is, who we are now Always shaped by the deep uncanny valley scars, Navigate trauma like a bitch was co-driving in a rally car Bally hard fanny cute referencing sugar water He live for his daughter Who the fuck have I been living for How i calm down after i go to war How i come down after i wanted more That’s why you can call me whore CHORUS