Wake up Jacob - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Sitcom]

When the morning comes and when the mourning’s done

Will the morning birds sound like mourning doves

Does it turn to dust? Must I learn to trust?

If the brush is lovely enough, ya must

Sweep me up, sweep me up, sweep me up like dust

Treat me like a man, not a mountain of crumbs

Don't need to stick around just to broom back to bust

Strong enough to sit calm to become the one I love

Feel like Jacob when they see me in my shoes

See me in the news, nothing's new, how are you?

Feel like I might catch fear for the ladder Jacob feels the feels

And wrestles angel, power, or god, or

Father figure, figure, figure, figure, figured it out

No doubt I'm out of bounds, how 'bout that

How bout that I'm in the clouds, I'm forever napping

Heaven's a place, nothing ever happens

Envy shows his face and runs away laughing

Put laugh track in place of all my rapping

Can only find placements for my tracks at GAP kids

They clicked the link by accident

Here's the password to my MacBook

If I pass away, pass out my artwork

I don't want to end up like Arthur

Damn, but I might (I might)

Please roll down my window just a little

I just need some air, I swear, February so cold

Demons in the shadows watching from the stop lights

Run right through those stop signs

Fuck that doubt in your mind

I'm really glad to see ya

Red door, 4 seater (yeah)

Bumpin' Fugees in your speakers

Surround sound like a theater (yeah)

I'm in love with your features

Plus my momma wanna meet ya

I'm fiending for your love

You're my plug, you're my dealer

(What?)