[Intro]
Deal with me

[Verse 1: Kemba]
I feel like I can't be by myself alone
I’ve seen deterioration of a happy home
I've seen materialization from n***as that can't afford it
Real n***as in costume jewelry, old English and Chinese Jordan’s
I've seen the visualizations, but I hope they're wrong
I've been there sitting complacent like an Uncle Tom
I've welcome my momma's fakest friends with open arms
I know I strained some relations when I wrote this song

[Bridge 1: Kemba]
Fuck it, it feels like I've lost it all (All)
Ignored your cause
Flew so high, I was forced to fall

[Verse 2: Kemba]
I feel like I, I feel like my family
Tried to be family, offered a shoulder, then once it was over
It's like they don’t know me, that could lead to pure insanity
Hate for humanity, I could’ve called them
But, shit, my momma died, I'm traumatized, I’m not alright
I need serenity, slip me some remedy, some realignment
For my inner me, positive energy, to reassign some
Higher entity, all these nature's blessings, scented memories
How can you love me? You don't remember me (Remember me)
[Bridge 2: Kemba]
Turned your phone off, ignore my calls
Got so high (High)

[Verse 3: Kemba]
I feel like I, you felt like I'm
Selfish and bitter, I never **** without an agenda
Only care about myself and my n***as
I never brought you back as much as a picture ’less I want recognition
I never asked you what you wanted for dinner
I don't love you 'less I'm broke or I'm injured
You can't hide your intentions, there ain't nothing like a mom's intuition
I wonder if there was a sign and I missed it
If I went harder to listen, but I have some suspicion
But instead, I'm caught off guard, I'm calling God for assistance
Need divine intervention, yes, I know I'm not the ideal Christian
I'm your son, here's my ID, my picture, I need you to prevent this
I'll repent, I'll hit my knees and surrender
How could I ever be so blind and so distant? Towards the end, it was different
Ain't step foot in the kitchen, is it part of a mission?
Is it part of— mm, fuck...

[Bridge: Kemba]
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[Verse 4: Kemba & Portugal. The Man]
Find myself recently dreaming 'bout being a kid again
Broken and bleeding, cut open, I'm peeling my skin again
Devil been creeping, increasingly thinking 'bout ending it
All my immediate family really attempted it
I had to be there, you need me, no people, no witnesses
Maybe the traits in my genus? You see the resemblance
So many pills in the sink, I think even the fish are dead
How can you blame me? You made me the reason I wish I'm dead
I'm just a product, my momma, my papa, my siblings
Raised off of dial up and monthly trials of the internet
Saw, as a toddler, a flaw that retired my innocence
Papa retired and momma was tired as Michelin
"Bring me the belt for the beating," my knees was trembling
Mama was swinging like Venus, Serena at Wimbledon
Little kids tweaking off sweetened farina with cinnamon
Now that I'm eating, it's sweetened farina with cinnamon
Do you believe in Jesus or need the sentiment?
God'll receive us, the preacher is really a sinner man
Nah, I don't need it, I'm pleading, I'm heathen, I'll sin again
"Tryna be equal" and "probably evil" 's a synonym
Nobody seen the relationships needed rekindling
Now when I see you, I lower the dream of my benefit (Pour the acid in)
Now when I told you [unintelligible] (Pour the acid in)
(Pour the acid in)
[Chorus: Portugal. The Man]
Getting cold, I don't know will I rise again
Dig a hole in my soul, pour the acid in
It's getting cold, I don't know, will I rise again?
Dig a hole in my soul, pour the acid in
It's getting cold, I don't know, will I rise again?
Dig a hole in my soul, pour the acid in
It's getting cold, I don't know, will I rise again?
Dig a hole in my soul, pour the acid in

[Guitar Solo]

[Outro: Portugal. The Man]
Dig a hole in my soul, pour the acid in