Verse 1: Marchitect
You ain't heard the phone ringing, the silence it drives you mad
I pick you up from your pad, in the a.m. I drive you back (remember that)
I stop coming by because of the way you act
Now you tell the world I played you while I'ma say you whack
You can't turn the tables like a CD jay
You was out to bag my chips like a Frito Lay
Now you call your girls and said "he so cray"
About to turn off your lights like Michelle Aye
Tell em about the bills I paid (uh), tell em about the rent (tell em)
Out my house you left, then on my couch you slept
Without a doubt you wept, my shoulder was your tissue (uh)
Now I'm the crazy one but you the one with all the issues (man)
A mad magazine in character like Alfred E. Newman
It ain't about me, it's about what you doing
To yourself mainly, with all that negativity
I got a little violent, a symphony of sympathy
Yeah, yeah

Hook: Marchitect
Ya done me wrong (man)
This ain't so sad song (nah)
Even though ya done me wrong (ya heard)
This ain't no sad song (no tears here)
Ya done me wrong (uh uh)
This ain't no sad song (it's all good I'll catch you on the rebound)
Even though ya done me wrong (yeah)
This ain't no sad song (keep my head up man)
Ya done me wrong
This ain't no sad song (just like yourself)
Even though ya done me wrong (doing yourself dirty)
This ain't no sad song (nah)
Ya done me wrong (did me wrong)
This ain't no sad song (real wrong)
Even though ya done me wrong (uh, crazy)
This ain't no sad song
Verse 2: Jas Mace
I can't relate to a lot of things nowadays (nah)
Like judging a book before you read the pages (you know)
They claiming, Jas he's off in his own world
Yeah, it's my own planet, we don't act like bandits (nah)
And we don't see culture, race or religion (uh uh)
No nationality celebrating things like Thanksgiving
Or genocide, wrapped inside a pretty bowl (you see how they do it)
Following the trans illusions is all these people know
Holding onto concepts with words with no real meaning (none)
Separate them from yourself, it's time for spring cleaning (spring cleaning)
They wanna know (they wanna know) what planet am I living
All my theories is off the norm, I don't think in right or wrong (nah)
Transcend duality, realities based on technicality
Subjective soul called knowledge is not oppressive (never)
Divisive, so stop holding on like a bike grip
And let it go (let it go) just let your mind drift (drift)

Hook: Marchitect
Ya done me wrong
This ain't so sad song
Even though ya done me wrong
This ain't no sad song (yeah)
Ya done me wrong (man)
This ain't no sad song (nah)
Even though ya done me wrong (ya heard)
This ain't no sad song (no tears here)
Ya done me wrong (uh uh)
This ain't no sad song (it's all good I'll catch you on the rebound)
Even though ya done me wrong (yeah)
This ain't no sad song