Verse 1:

Reasons why I never open up

Reasons why I’m never showing what

I’m feeling

Cuz I’m dealing

With my shit

It’s only fair that I get

Comfort with that loneliness

Fuck the rest it’s only this

That I find my reason in

It’s what I’m not keeping in

So it’s all I care about

Attachments I’m tearing out

Before they consume me and entomb me

Pushing away so am I lesser for

Seeming as if this is what I’m destined for?

Verse 2:

Never been one to speak out

A shut in, with what’s in, I keep out

Always giving in to these doubts

But believe me, when I say this worth believing

Every evening

I’m in my head

Till my eyes red

And it dawns on me

That this is all on me

I find my worth in

My workings

It’s always hurt when

I put my faith in a person

But I’m through with that

Why you think I’m even doing rap?

Verse 3:

Like previously mentioned

Maybe I’m only destined, for this

Don’t care about more hits

Long as I can make one thing that’s gorgeous

That someone can feel attached to

That they can rap to

Then the rest is meaningless

It seems as if

I’m six feet under

These raps I keep under

But I’m fine with it

Spending all my time in it

I’m finally finding the line in it

Only prideful in these raps

With the rest

I’m detached

(Beat Switch: tmwnucp interlude)

Verse 1:

Grown bitches throwing molotovs

Ancestors survived the holocaust

Dont matter what a hollow cost

Youse a hollow man grand slam

Molly whop

The ghostwriter whose dumb fire

Blasting sunfire getting dumbwired: me

The marlboro king

Harboring schemes

Starving for cream

Mane glistens like an amethyst

You lose your grip

I palm the grip

Pornographic actress on my dick

Im lord king solomon with a lotta gin

Xans? fuck that i take amoxicillin

Till i od and become the kobe

Of drug addiction

Rain pours down on my usual walk

Backpack laptop

A note pad for my thoughts

You can see my swagger drip

As i strut down the block

Mad plans of getting top

And my face on the top

Marlboro king