[Verse 1: PremRock]
And if these walls could chime in, they’d stress importance of time
And all the many moons it took you to really grasp the assignment
Muttering something 'bout chakras and alignment
I be at the mom and pop shop to drop me off some consignment
Allow me to get my affairs in order
Gifting the curse of truly a rare disorder
Self examination, pull up a chair for the paranoia
Your politics see-through
Glasnost the perestroika
Pause a beat lock in a second, Dustin Pedroia
Dominican barber, Russian employer
Skittish around the Yiddish lawyer
Smells like dust in the foyer
Neighbor burnin' down sherm like
Turning down the turnpike
Still too shook to say “Kid, this stuff will destroy ya”
I’m playing hard to earn, hard to get, hard to chart
Play connect the blemish, they're backstabbers, Monica Seles
No tennis, the OJs playas, I make a slow entrance
Language at odds like French and Flemish
I’m sippin’ a Belgian, you can bet you’re indebted me
I suggest a line of credit, nah forget it
OG left me with a twist on an old expression
Either you’re holding the loaded weapon
Or hoeing up rhododendrons
[Chorus: PremRock]
See I’ve been told a lie
Cause swans don’t actually sing when they die
They hit the same note you do when you croak
No poetic epilogue or even goodbye
But I be waiting over here on this side
I’ve been told a lie
Cause swans don’t actually sing when they die
They hit the same note you do when you croak
No poetic epilogue or even a goodbye
I be waiting over here on this side

[Verse 2: billy woods]
The text was truly out the blue
Said she got my number from ____ ____
Funeral when he mentioned the music that I do
Asked after my mother, said she had a kid too
Sent a couple pictures, casually looking cute
The last: a bathroom selfie, scoopneck bodysuit
Aight, true
Promised to hit her up next time I came thru DC
Prolly first week of June. She replied, “Please do”
Ended up mid July, I suggested we get food
She said “cool, but nothing fried”
Said no to Chinese and Thai
Our first date was a TGI Fridays in ‘95
Now we sitting in a Five Guys, time dies
She works at the airline, before that was a PO
So old friends from Junior High
Would cross her desk from time to time
We laughed wryly
She still cover her mouth when she smilin'
Her baby father from the Islands
They met when she was still wilin, her words not mine
I remember listening to dial tones
Waiting for Call Waiting to chime
Phone couldn’t ring after nine without
Her mother picking up the line, embarrassing
Fully clothed, she’d grind her pelvis against my fly til she shivered
Mom came home, we was panicking
Mixing vodka, sun-kissed orange mandarin
Kissing tangerines and tamarind
Told me “no hickeys”, came to school with hickeys from other guys
You looked away quickly
I don’t remember why we broke up, maybe that
Tempted to ask, but you gotta be careful digging up the past
Made a joke about it, she laughed the wrong kind of laugh
Said, “Enough about me, how is it that you rap?
I’m proud of you but I won’t lie
I listened to a couple tracks, didn’t get it
Are any of your fans black?”
My turn to laugh
We split the check in half, I’m no gentleman
Walked her to her car for that 4th down measurement
Body language reticent, I’m here til the end of the week
“Do you still smoke trees?” She said, “Nah, weed put me to sleep”
Mo Fa Me like Devin the Dude, kissed her on the cheek
I was at the strip club til three, tipping like I’m rich
Nursing drinks cause I’m cheap
[Chorus: PremRock]
See I’ve been told a lie
Cause swans don’t actually sing when they die
They hit the same note you do when you croak
No poetic epilogue or even goodbye
But I be waiting over here on this side
I’ve been told a lie
Cause swans don’t actually sing when they die
They hit the same note you do when you croak
No poetic epilogue or even a goodbye
I be waiting over here on this side