CandyLand Prologue

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Saevy

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Oh yea forget all those sad songs
Forget all my Emotions Imma mask on
Aww You can't spit homie
Uh Okay
I just had some Motts Apple Sauce
Okay
Im not here to talk your ear off
Corner group I'll make sure the front peeps all hear y'all
These aren't the things you just shake off with a few beers dawg
Nor staying home as they accept a few of the sick calls
This is worse than when I first tasted the Pepto Bismol
Or that 10 but really 9 I met
Kindness saved her a cent off
Uh
Now the PSAT coming
Thoughts was slow membrane rushing
Pancreas was ready to fall out of the Slushy Cup
Mid test-sesh thinking 'bout how they'll look less of me
Where's the oneway ticket to Stresslessville
Remember when I didn't flare about it, now Everything has a source to the power Outage
Am I N-Npc 'cause I don't really care about it
Why would I need a therapist? I don't like sharing plus I don't like pouting yeah
Speaking on the cool perspectives
Insert you into my leisure, rather rejection
On the retractive in, I give full effort
'Cause when I'm goin too fast, things don't seem cluttered
All these sick souled people they got my nasals swollen
And they median coasting but me? I'm just staying over
On top of that, I sense 'em gettin sick of me
I won't show it much, I'll just put it on my twitter feed
I can't display feelings so I'll show you in a tweet
And genuinely hope you really like it not for clout and greed
That's another thing, I treat things to nicely
And lightly, its like I'm inviting them to come bite me
On top of that I'm staring in the mirror too much like I'm sightseeing
Tryna understand what's perplex on my face and refine it?
Uh, Okay so yea what I'm doin' don't ask
I'm just in the lab, till the end till I co-pocollapse
Shout out to that one group that didn't treat me like a dick in class
Now I'm dickin' round with my future, tryna see where I last
Yea, and I wake up blushing
Happy mood but blues is coming
I don't let him through for nothing, he just nudging through and tugging
Uhh, nah that shit was kinda ass (You right)
Starting to expect to take hard hits, and live with it
Now I can't lighten up proudly I'm shoebilling
Whatever assumptions they come to utter
Why don't you get your sources right
Then come right to the brotha
Hold up this a vent session
Remember all my bad times, forget some of the good times
Maybe delete all my bad songs with basic hooks, I
Deleted all the bad memories they still in the backups
You know how trash gets recycled, duh (F*ck that)
Only surely thing that won't switch up on you's the dog
And I got Shirley Temple back on
When you didn't say you had it up to here before
Nobody wants to hear no more, so suck up all the gore
And, I don't want this sample to cut
So Imma just cut the meat up, funnel my appearance with blood
The tongue is a sword, do you not see my blemishing face
And you can't take it back, No movie part this ain't dry erase
Oh I'll just walk the plank and, Fall of-
Sit down kick my feet up
Open up to the next 60 years like, can I see ya
I get it J Cole you wear bummy clothes they don't want you to be up
You keep that richness in yo soul, then behold, behold
Ayo, F*ck the relatability
I Already think I'm crazy 'cause I talk in hella soliloquy's
Halfway through the record and I still haven't got through everything
Or at least 3 perecent of my problems that I have leased
These bags under my eyes look like a Brazilian butt cheek
And I eat all the work up in a week and say f*ck treats
Fuckin' up so much I'm starting to say f*ck me
Damn that's crazy, I just vented to myself more than I ever have
More than I ever opened up to somebody
Huh, alright, one more round
This a devotion to every reason, I can't get shit together
'Cause they don't see the holes that's peeking
Damn Im complaining again f*ck
Nothings sustainable no
Not in this black community, there is no stable in us
We not holding no horses
And we gone set bounties and shit like that to keep us shortened
But it's never here nor there
I'm just a pretty peasant coming up with some blonde in it
Anything true to itself? Or is this shit printed
You don't really get lended shit, you just get linted
I stay in my tent by myself, take my attendance
Growing older, not glowing older I look like vintage
Catching a strike first but wanna strike twice might end it
Tried to make all this shit right concise for my Shipmen
Let's gather back around and pass for final opinions? Yuh
You know its really all just
People going through their bullshit daily
That's facts, Skidaddle

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