[Verse 1]

Maybe I ain’t mature enough to make a classic

And a bag ain’t secure enough for me

To be pulling up in the latest fashion

But I don’t like how this story ends

So I’m in a Delorean to trying to gain some traction

Hello future, but Doc Brown said not now

We gotta focus on saving the clocktower

And Biff Tannen in the White House

So Hill Valley getting wiped out

The Pale Horse coming, so when they blare those trumpets

You better find a railroad and bail North running

I talk fly but I don’t carry no luggage

And no regret, I quit rap cause I don’t love it

And no one wept, now I’m rapping at 40 and shit

Thinking I’m Jay, I told my girl she was like “is you feeling okay?”

What, you feel it’s okay to chase a rap dream

While these black queens out here dying

And you appropriating culture

Motivating vultures, to infiltrate

And all I could do is listen

Cause even though I’m not what she’s trying to insinuate

She got a right to generate her own opinion

And to me it ain’t black and white

The whole worlds a shade of grey

The only sure thing is death and Jordan’s fade away

So if this is the last dance than let me hold you close

And I can’t promise a ring, but believe I know the ropes, baby

(I’m telling you, man. It’s like… Sometimes I feel like…)

[Verse 2]

Uh, maybe I ain’t mature enough to be committed

7 years deep and it was like I wasn’t even in it

Told the new one that it’s gonna be a minute

It’s been a few now, she waiting but her patience ain’t gonna be infinite

And I’m just trying to keep from sinning

But when it’s getting thrown at you they don’t ask you

And now you got a devil on your shoulder

Saying “Bro, that’s you”

And the angel ain’t said a word

Like fuck it, “let him burn”

It ain’t a loss, it’s a lesson learned

Yeah, it ain’t a cost it’s a credit earned

Swerve, I’m in a Benz with the black interior

That match the black in my soul

Now that’s emo shit…

There’s too many people moving off of emotion

Nemo shit, you just riding a sea motion

I’m in the deep ocean, where you could swim or drown

There’s too much bass in your sound

Homie, simmer down

And get a blunt rolled, homie

And be humbled, homie

There’s MMA gyms everywhere

Half these bitches can rumble, homie

You gotta know how to shut up and listen

Or get shut off and missing, and cut off from all existence

Yeah, you gotta know how to shut up and listen

Or get cut off and missing, and get shut off from… uh