Verse 1: Jesse James (Solomun)

When the meaning disappears
Just drop something easy on the ears...
What's realer than your tears?
What's realer then the feelings
You don't really want to share?
Pretty sure, they don't really want to hear
Breathing the beat
I ain't eager to speak
Fuck a diva
What I'm dealing with's deep
You feel the need to appeal to the G's
I'm out, yeah I keep it real for the street
And when I'm feeling the breeze
Keep my hoodie on
Fur Gucci woolly on
Bumping young Marv
What you know about my woolly dons[?]
Don't take my kindness for weakness
Ride with the deepest
Stay fly off the cheese ting
Busy getting by
Chilling of a life
You can't argue with death
So why not die feeling easy?
You can't argue with death
So why not die feeling easy?
You can't argue with death
So why not die feeling easy?

Verse 2: Crave Moore

The heartless ones used to care a lot
I mean we all did at one stage
Until one day
Reality hit like a tonne of bricks
Take me back to the fun days
Lazy Sundays
Uhh understand I'd do anything
I ain't no pessimist
Just very sick of life's surprises
I just want a cold drink
And a nice horizon
Define being indecisive
I just don't make decisions
Until I like it
Perfectionist
Conscious quality over everything
Peddling that relevance
Intelligently
Some say I'm a pessimist
They sense I'm kinda negative about a lot
I let the world screw me with no roophies
I'll submit
Trying to influence art with no substance
Niggers need substance
Marijuana, Molly, Merry, Jay
Too many names they can't function