I tried to play your games

I stumbled down, and rumbled out

The insides of my fane

Competing wit ya always leads to everlasting shame

I ask you, how can we communicate?

We dont speak same language: dialect

It dont matter you understand

All my emotions and ideas

Stumbled, in my head, in silence

Flexin some kimbundu

Linguagem, that I dont speak, came straight up from my mamas mama

Thoughts mixed up like stew

Minor problem, jumbling, tumbling through cerebrum we playing mikado

Ridin in a coupe, ya goal prolly

Ain't that brief relief sweet u needa new hobby

Pissed off, clear objects so I dont think about em

Pistols, crystals coins of the same side bruh

Straight to ya tibia, stank face when this play, swaying the femur ya

Open the Biblia, maybe you’ll say: "not so saint my interior"

Music my muse she a diva, her moves protrude to the point of anemia

Laughing at the oh-so-serious

Tremendously

A firm believer that my dreaming doesn’t

End in deceit, hands on the seat

The remedy

With no question what grounds my compass are these melodies

Unquestionably, create or die, how I am, was, and have to be

Putting my dent on earth heavy bending space with the gravity

The pen or the bottle?

Depends on how hollow

And mood in the moment

The highs and the bottoms

It dont matter how low

I get I dont swallow

The booze, stay not boosting me

Tough act to follow

Gimme more im a fool ah

Sobriety my new party trick

Measure liters on the ruler

Liver never gon retire

See me downing but im neutral

This ain't finna be the death of me

Awake even after moon come

Insomnia got me fried up

We dont speak same language i can

Recognize that im nobody

If I talk and we end parting ways

Then what does that mean for you and

I

Can’t be detained or deterred, like my people were

We gotta be heard, lead the herd, I can be the first

Finally I can see through, got the means to shine light on my people

Said my tracks hard, they told me run it back like alopecia

Takin the crown, whats negus to you?

To me it means king

I was ready to rule still baby in belly

Delivering truth, biting bullet bulletproof in the womb

I beg your pardon, big problem is that I was parted to atoms

Probably saw my matter on the floor to piece my heart together

Sticky sticky

They kept blickies on me

In case i was runnin

Liberty non existent in my world

They made me a dummy

If I pull up to the function stuntin

Peeps won't tell me nothing

Rather look at me like a freak

Than talking makin odd assumptions

Lookin at what you did must feel so good so nice

So keep it comin

Funnily i dont give a damn bruh, watch your temper

If you see us goin loco tokin on that kusher herb

Rainbox six smoke dont ask us whats in the canister

We dont speak same language: dialect

It dont matter you understand

All my emotions and ideas

Stumbled, in my head, in silence