It's no wonder
I get aggravated at the thought
That everything I've bought won't mean nothing when I die
A serrated blade caught between the apple of my eye
And other passages I sought
But I tell them all goodbye
Rip the knife out, distraught
I'm elated yet deprived
Where's the right route?
I ought to celebrate that I'm alive
Nobody does that
I tried to call but you don't buzz back
It's got me thinking where the love at?
Seems I like to marinate on everything that's wrong
Terrified I'll never write another song
If the lantern in my skull turns dull
I'll prepare to wait for long
Until it's verified I got another one and then move on
The lasting repercussions
Of some difficult discussions
Led to eruptions that I had to get sorted
Because when things get destructive
Your views get distorted
And honestly I don't really think that I can afford it
It's no wonder
It don't click
Many summers spent at a cheap desk
It worked wonders but I need rest
Lately I prefer stubborn words that I deem best
To get a reaction
Satisfaction is supreme
Sweats dripping from passion
Ima Deebo type
As In I get the ball and score by any means I'd like
Just to go re-live it through each scene I write
Seems every argument is weak and trite
Not the type to talk in "we can fight"
More like I offer light
Where too many disagree despite
The scenery being beautiful
Not without its flaws
As long as everything is mutual
You can use those jaws
To do whatever you please
My dick truly disagrees with laws
That's cold
Looking back at what I did yesterday
That's old
It's so difficult to stand still
Demand will increase
This is vision mixed with hand skill
For chopping up beats
I'm knocking dirt off my cleats as I circle the bases
Sour pack a dark color like the blood on my laces
Been approved in every culture mixed with various races
And seen brothers turned vultures
With despair on their faces
Pops couldn't handle liquor so I moderate
I'm just tryna find a way to operate
Inside a broken country
But this ain't Humpty, the king
Won't try to piece it back together
That's the reason I sing
It's no wonder
It don't click
It's no wonder
I get aggravated at the thought
That everything I've bought won't mean nothing when I die
A serrated blade caught between the apple of my eye
And other passages I sought but I have to tell em bye
Rip the knife out, distraught
I'm elated yet deprived
Where's the right route?
I ought to celebrate that I'm alive
Nobody does that
I tried to call but you don't buzz back
It's got me thinking where the love at?
Seems I like to
Marinate on everything that's wrong
Terrified I'll never write another song
If the lantern in my skull
Turns dull
I prepare to wait for long
Until it's verified I got another one and then move on
The lasting repercussions
Of some difficult discussions
Led to eruptions that I had to get sorted
Bc when things get destructive
Your views get distorted
And honestly
I don't really think that I can afford it