Knxwledge
Tricking Fate
I come in with a dream of her confidence
And drown in her stream of conciseness
Hiding in the trenches with Harold and Kumar
I got the dench ish it's not a rumor
She says I'm just a pretentious tumor
You just haven't got my sense of humor
Young black male but from the archetype
Still wouldn't hesitate to embark on some next hype
Heed my words you lot need to listen
I plan to fill my night with needless hedonism
But we all know that time waits for no man
Wight of the world on our shoulders you can't stand
From outside your together inside it's dead
Can't always hold what you got
The clocks go tick tock
Left for a will smith lookalike called Alfred
Guess all she wanted was some hitch-cock
It's never the end simply where the lessons start
All my goodbyes cone with a question mark
Its killing me hate coraseing through my vains
I want it back but of course it's all in vain
Isaac' says chin up just stay scheming
Expect 3rd degrees when you lay with demons