---For real (continuing from previous track)

Narrator (Intro):

They bow in the chapel, their hearts bow to nothing

True devotion asks nothing of witness, only of the soul

Verse 1:

Red wine wish, but the love feel broke

Blood on my hands, but my wrist still cold

Told me she Catholic, but it's just for show

Only hit mass when her mama goes

Private schools with the ribbon bow

Class ‘pres talk, but they move so slow

Saying I'm fake, while they drink real slow

On the green with the white Lauren robe

Verse 2:

Ain't no missing me

Clean like Listеrine

She ain't nevеr heard of me, now I can't get out her head

Why you playing with me, man?

Baby, you know that I'm the man

Hit a hole in the stand

Making comics, boy, no Stan

She don't pray, but she love her necklace

Gold cross swing like it's just aesthetics

Saying she deep, but her vibe synthetic

She said I was harsh, but I'm just poetic

Rent’s payed up, I don't need no MK

Cut her off clean in my headspace

Spoke in code, moving like an essay

I'm making beats in a café

Reading out some lines in a text, say:

Talk sweet, but I know how her ex play

She post psalms, but then she's out the next day

Type to lie with on the cross in the best way

Chorus / Hook:

They say right person, wrong time

They really think Emerald in his prime

You was fine, but not worth my time

In my mind, thinking about you, why?

I'm on my new wave, I'm on my new wave

New wave, I'm on my new wave

New wave, I'm on my new wave

Verse 3:

I had the right person, but He had to take it all away

I had the right person, but the wrong time

Time tick away

Hide the pain, stack these bills

Emerald he with it, still

Get out of my dreams, keep it real

I don't want you on the pill

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Red wine wish, but the love feel broke

Blood on my hands, my wrist still cold

Told me she Catholic, but it's just for show

Only hit mass when her mama goes

Private schools with the ribbon bow

Class ‘pres talk, but they move so slow

Saying I’m fake while they drink real slow

On the green, with the white Lauren robe

Narrator (Outro / Track End):

In Camelot, honor was law and desire was secret

Among the knights, one rode unmatched in skill

Lancelot chased something greater than fame —

The grail, a truth beyond reach

A perfection he could never fully grasp

And in that search, he became a legend

Even as the world around him fell apart

Emerald, turn this off, turn on Lost Tapes ...