[Intuition]

Nowadays a year seems like an eon
I'm well aware and scared it was a long time to be gone
But be calm…soon the name'll glow up in neon
Lights I'm back and ready to grab a slice of the pecan
Pie shit flyest ridden shoulders of a giant
On that gold touch midas no luck lying
But I'm trying…they try to tell me no man is a island
Paradise in my eyelids keeps me high an self reliant
It almost sailed but the tides drove my ship to shore
I'm back to not giving a solitary stroke of intercourse
Been a sinner since living in winter's bitter scorn
Mind of a winner your spine got a quitter's core
Meaning I ain't the glass jaw to fuck with
S'the last draw ya dumbshit it's hacksaws to drumsticks
Attack tracks that ass slap the function
I'm back and I'm grabbing the last laugh, ya punk bitch