Bent double with my self to prove
This back pack a fuckin worries while I jump the tube
This laptop get snatched out this black bag (I’m) back to zero tunes
At night, not so many heroes move
I’m lurking, creepin round corners
Cotton mouthed
And I’m stressin my mothers call to the coroner
Tappin' out
And I'm testing the waters
Which of these streets (will) I get away with walking
With slim jeans past 8 on a bad day

I’ve got the keys 'tween these digits
Hoping I don’t use um that’s why
I’m praying every second I don’t fidget
That’s just another sign a weakness in disguise

My pace quickens down these back lanes
While the black thickens in the skies
Dodging cracks and divets for the back pain
Do my best to keep my mothers eyes dry

I’ve got enough set backs in my mind alone
Without stresin bout a knack who’s tryna whip this phone
Most of these verses are born in the lobes of the dome
Before they ever meet the pen and pad to find home
So I won’t stress about that note book
You fleece the paper but the memories been sewed up
My hippocampus fuckin stamped with all this gold dutch
And hours worth of lyrics and beats like these donuts
From big L to Ls straight back to J Dilla
I scroll though this classic hope and pray Killa
Don’t appear on this night walk home and slay the chilla
My headphones dictate my pace so I race Dilla
And chase thoughts of a rendezvous
With that same girl who promised she doesn’t usually do
What she came for
I’m not the one whos going to judge her or pay for it
Lets not pretend we’re fallin in love, we just fell, fell for it

So now we have to feel guilty over fuck all right
Have to pretend we’ve been fallin in love all night
Or i have to will my friends that you put up a fight
Whatever gonna keep us both up all night right?

Lets not pretend we're fallin' in love and then fall for it
I can’t afford another fall but im all for it
(Repeat)