Verse 1

Without a beat, I sound rather sad/
I’ve cheated on every girlfriend I’ve ever had/
And when I’m mad, I’m almost violent/
Even at my best, I’m not quite smilin’/
I was always curious, but never a question about my depression/
But I was under the impression it was due to my obsession with self-reflection/
That’s the wrong version; it’s perversion of my rage/
Thought it would go away with age but I’m still plagued/
Tryna turn the page, start a new chapter/
But if I get to okay, what comes after?/
Will every day then be filled with laughter?/
Don’t wanna have to burn embers from Denver/
To make my temper surrender/
So now the way I like to make my heart tender/
Is to Kill the mic like Render/


2nd verse

I’ve got a lot to prove/
Just cuz you move doesn’t mean you change/
I got a lot of brain in the bank I wanna maintain/
So I can’t stay the same, I can’t be this way/
So easy to say, So easy to say/
Harder to do, that’s the hard truth/
Not a cripple, just a broken thing/
And I dibble dabble in that spoken thing/
And that smoking thing, puff out smoke rings/
Come back from the dead, Jon Snow things/
Never careless/
Play the long game like Sansa or Varys/
Stay wonky like Willy Wonka in Paris/
Stan Kroenke standards of fairness/
The Arsenal to larcen cuz of Stepparents/
The heiress to Walmart shares he’s sharin/
His flaws are apparent, but why should we care?/
Just like you got to mine for the gem/
To read between the lines you gotta know the stem/
Then you see the crimson pedals on the flower/
Gotta know King Crimson to understand Power/
Gotta know George Clinton to understand Dre/
Gotta know Bill Clinton to understand Hillary/
Empathy’s not a thrill for me/
Empathy’s a drill for me/
Not a skill for me, I’d kill to be/
Good with people, they’re a necessary evil/
I’m like Larry David the sequel/
My peers are not equal/
I’m the one that stays fun and cerebral/
I speak for the streets and the regal/
I’m the one you see as good and evil/
I’m the one you see as unconceivable/
I’ve lost some things that are irretrievable/
Best believe I ain’t gonna concede/
I’m tryna speak less and say more/
Don’t need to get paid like Kent Bazemore/
Just crave the day that rap’s my day-chore/
And get claps like your fave when they tour/
The assault of the gestalt of these tunes/
Will make critics swoon to the Spoon soon/
Kendrick pimped his butterfly, just popped my cocoon/