How about a last hurrah with it?

Chase it one more time. Gotta get it

Facing it. Eye to eye. Mono a mono and

I know that tomorrow won’t forget the plot that I’d finished

Gotta stop my sentence in the tracks

Like if i never get it…

Back in the day i found solace in that

Didn’t have to pick a road, didn’t tip caps

Beauty in the lack of an ode that didn’t collapse

Looking over after the road that was ridden fast

I pitch in for the gas, talisman christening the dash

Turning callous when i’m listening to Mac

Kintsuji with the cracks, all night, glue me right back

Gloomy me ducking the new me, fight back

Rumi speak running through me, keep consuming high fact

They never knew me like that

Truly writing half of what doubled the output

Went and did what the clout couldn’t

Just sit in the clouds bumming it, wondering how come

It had come to the outcome that had plummeted morale

If I wasn’t quarantined i’d be running to Dekalb (to be Frank with you)

Then i’d run over to Al’s

Reminisce on tribulations and all the trials

Stuck, can’t spell Janesville without the “vile”

Couldn’t rep it or throw it up, without the bile

Got too obsessive living in the profound

Shallow water looking most welcome for a while

Don’t freeze me, already froze for a sound

Etching it permanent, stuck with a cold smile

If no one sees me at least I left a profile

If no one spins this thats a clear conscious with no witness

Take it down, put it in the files

Then get right back, don’t touch that dial

How about a last hurrah with it

Whip it up from nothing, “wallah,” like Allah did it

Moth in a pursuit of another light, following it

Tongue bite, biting the bullet, i’ve been hollow tipping

Don’t know how to land on what’s concrete

Survival of the fittest like Mobb Deep

Revival in the physics of it all

Breaking out of the limits to try to rob scenes

Beauty in the lack of an ode that didn’t attract

Puffed up chest fell flat, swimming in a vat

Close the cask and that’s that

No more curtain calls; that’s a wrap