[Verse 1]

It’s a little too easy to decipher the root of my paranoia

The bark’ll tell a story

The leaves’ll display it for ya

Second guessing

A region and dream destroyer

The fans’ll still adore ya

I was supposed to be a lawyer, How the tables turn

Existential dread and doubt, The price I paid to learn

It’s funny

Now I get to court rooms hard

The jury’s out on my chances

The clientele aware that if I play defense a turn, He gon see bars

In spite of

Several chances to pack it and go home

Place a point across the map, Like the table in war rooms

Mores tunes of atonement attuned in the right order

Light borders

Sorted suitors of sweetness in quite more than these divisions we positioned to channel the light

Sorta out of sorts

If the source and the life in divorce proceedings

How many meetings turn a deal into ya destiny?

How we proceeding if the pros of planting seeds inside the soil, Turn to oil

And get too slick to keep a grip on?

Questions you can’t google

Left with a bang, Who’d have known?

Looter clones

Divvy the delegation, Now you alone

Only leave the power on in rooms you know-

[Verse 2]

Double decades, Broken bed frame, Duck ya pet names, Cut the methane

Cut the ties to who compromising my comfort setting

Not concerned with what the others getting, That shit none of my business

Monetizing my feelings. Bout to private my dealings

They gon paint us as villains, Once or twice

Once we done

Polite moments there for life, That I promise

‘Member when we hard pressed to see em all get behind us. Hindsight is still 20/20

Not in our case

Stuck in silence tween a rock and hard place

Sunday service when I’ll put chinos on with full cast like I’m watching scarface. Them days imma never get back

Too trapped in the constant chit chat

Dollar store Gatorades

We licked that

Now I’m looking like a fucking lick

Back then who woulda guessed from the disposition, That I’d ever be in this position?

Not a soul

Now I give a speech to the class, Like the top of the honour roll

Niggas in it for the glory

Who set the rules

And who get to choose if I get my glory

Few left a fuse

But don’t get confused if I set my glory

Out the way

If I calculate the right route to race with my glory

Give me all the glory you kept for me I won’t tell