[Verse 1]
It’s a little too easy to decipher the root of my paranoia
The bark’ll tell a story
The leaves’ll display it for ya
Second guessing
A region and dream destroyer
The fans’ll still adore ya
I was supposed to be a lawyer, How the tables turn
Existential dread and doubt, The price I paid to learn
It’s funny
Now I get to court rooms hard
The jury’s out on my chances
The clientele aware that if I play defense a turn, He gon see bars
In spite of
Several chances to pack it and go home
Place a point across the map, Like the table in war rooms
Mores tunes of atonement attuned in the right order
Light borders
Sorted suitors of sweetness in quite more than these divisions we positioned to channel the light
Sorta out of sorts
If the source and the life in divorce proceedings
How many meetings turn a deal into ya destiny?
How we proceeding if the pros of planting seeds inside the soil, Turn to oil
And get too slick to keep a grip on?
Questions you can’t google
Left with a bang, Who’d have known?
Looter clones
Divvy the delegation, Now you alone
Only leave the power on in rooms you know-
[Verse 2]
Double decades, Broken bed frame, Duck ya pet names, Cut the methane
Cut the ties to who compromising my comfort setting
Not concerned with what the others getting, That shit none of my business
Monetizing my feelings. Bout to private my dealings
They gon paint us as villains, Once or twice
Once we done
Polite moments there for life, That I promise
‘Member when we hard pressed to see em all get behind us. Hindsight is still 20/20
Not in our case
Stuck in silence tween a rock and hard place
Sunday service when I’ll put chinos on with full cast like I’m watching scarface. Them days imma never get back
Too trapped in the constant chit chat
Dollar store Gatorades
We licked that
Now I’m looking like a fucking lick
Back then who woulda guessed from the disposition, That I’d ever be in this position?
Not a soul
Now I give a speech to the class, Like the top of the honour roll
N***as in it for the glory
Who set the rules
And who get to choose if I get my glory
Few left a fuse
But don’t get confused if I set my glory
Out the way
If I calculate the right route to race with my glory
Give me all the glory you kept for me I won’t tell