[Verse 1: Video Dave]

Umar be paintin' wars just lookin' from different origins

Everything American is foreign

Everything embarrassing is boring

My grill is George Foreman

My head is less horseman

It's more stormin' Norman

I'm stuck in '86 and '97

I'm tryna see a failure as a lesson

I'm tryna see the morning as a blessin'

I'm stressin' less lately

Second guessin' texts to my baby

I do not have a baby

I do not have a lazy

Bone in my body

I have a million hobbies

I'm busy, I'm crazy, I'm wishin' on a star

I hope this letter reaches you wherever you are

Over and out

[Verse 2: Still Rift]

To whom it may concern

I regrеt that you have learned of my dеmise

I hope that you, the reader, know that I the writer, took the time to take this moment to relay a message sent from the former I, to all my loved ones, who above all else, please forward this accordingly

Dear first name

It looks as though I have passed on to a different place

If I should return here with a different face

Erase my browser history

And gift to me my items where we last discussed

Send back the remainders, my retainers will take half as much

And after thus

Tell my kids the following exactly

My offspring: the government was after me

So after me

The work I have begun, you have been burdened to accomplish

Godspeed to you

I shall observe your progress

I promise that it's worth it

The set-up is now perfect

Thank you reader

I need not for you to be believer, just receiver

And if there comes a time when you are asked about the previous

Write out the proceeding and then leave with this

[Verse 3: Open Mike Eagle]

I admit I thought I'd never have to see you again

I now recognize the need so I'll reach for a pen

No need to defend

'Cause in the end you know what happened

I was tired of yelling to no reaction

I saw a way forward and I grabbed it

So here's a fact for your satisfaction

I learned a bunch of really awful habits

And y'all assumed that I was AWOL

I'm here to play ball

It's tough 'cause I convinced myself I hate y'all

I need to know when I'm home that I'll be back in the fold

It felt lousy, watchin' y'all carry on without me