[Intuition]

Nowadays a year seems like an eon

I'm well aware and scared it was a long time to be gone

But be calm…soon the name'll glow up in neon

Lights I'm back and ready to grab a slice of the pecan

Pie shit flyest ridden shoulders of a giant

On that gold touch midas no luck lying

But I'm trying…they try to tell me no man is a island

Paradise in my eyelids keeps me high an self reliant

It almost sailed but the tides drove my ship to shore

I'm back to not giving a solitary stroke of intercourse

Been a sinner since living in winter's bitter scorn

Mind of a winner your spine got a quitter's core

Meaning I ain't the glass jaw to fuck with

S'the last draw ya dumbshit it's hacksaws to drumsticks

Attack tracks that ass slap the function

I'm back and I'm grabbing the last laugh, ya punk bitch