[Verse 1: No1mportant]

Shine unto me, shine unto you

Follow my lead until martyrdom

Swallow [?]

Silence [?]

That I model in modest

Sit moderately with no moniker

Truthfully, I'm dishonest

Hiding behind my hypocrisies under my honesty

I am not an imposter

Just like a millionaire with millions of dollars

That I haven't made yet, make me an offer

Give me your soul and I'll make you a scholar

Hit me with notions of make-believe progress

Like Protestant Christians, I'm making your father

Don't make mistakes I've made, missed out on honor

May meet your maker [?]

Maybe it's make-believe, maybe it's Prada

Maybe we all are just make-believe products

You are what you eat, someone make me a Whopper

Make me the king of my owning persona

Who am I and why does it seem that I'm on a

Suicide mission? I'm seeking nirvana

I know better than [?] no drama

Follow me blindly like blacks and Obama

Like whack-a-mole, back to holes that you all come from

I'll pack a bowl yet I'll act natural

Come up

[Verse 2: Scuare]

Solid to you, solid to we

Nothing at all is the way it's received

Portraits of patients that lay in the street

[?]

Trying to sprout [?]

While it's shrouded by doubt everyday, endlessly

So will claim that they see, like explain like they free

From the pain and sustaining the aims that they seek

Temporary but [?]

While their certainty [?]

But sustained them a way to go, everything changes

It's never the same as the way that they paint it

Don't panic, you'll make it, won't vanish with all this

Ain't plan it, just plan to see different locations

Through different perspectives that come from the same ones

Discover the questions, hope someone can save them

Every flake on the ground had its time

But likely the first one to fall from the sky

And the last to survive, only passing us by

Is an integral piece of our massive design

With a lacking divinity, [?] energy

[?] what gives it the symmetry

Truth in the simile [?]

And just writing the stories of comparable size