Something pulled me out of bed
What it was I can only guess
So I grabbed my ink-stained pad
I wrote down what I heard best
“Boy, leave no stone unturned”
“Boy, don’t be afraid of the dirt”

I’ve buried myself beneath habits

So she left me for a warmer bed
Well, what’s wrong with sleeping on my own?
Something crashed into the lake
But nobody wants to swim when they’re grown

Now, I don’t care if I’m understood
Now, I’m just tired of this heart of wood

I’ve buried myself beneath habits

Yesterday you were in a jet talking self care
Today they found you unresponsive, ODed on…
Ah to hell with it, it don’t matter what
All I know is that you finally had enough
And now what?
What’s your band supposed to do?
What’s your family going through?
I hope your fans don’t follow suite
I don’t know what it feels like to suffer like you
You were just flying from your point of view
But your wax melted ‘cause you flew where you shouldn’t now
At max speed you fell down to the sea
How?
Another Icarus that just didn’t know better
Didn’t know
But it ain’t just famous rappers that struggle to share their truth
I know a man just in the other room
Trying to touch the sun too
But I swear to god if you turn that habit over
Get a magnifying glass, you’ll find your answer, Casanova
You’ll find your answer, Casanova
So you fell apart last night
Well now, what you gonna do next?
I know you hate reading old books
But there’s a thing or two in a sacred text

Free, set free you to yourself
You’re free to rely upon yourself

I’ve buried myself beneath habits

But what lies beneath these habits?