Lyrics:
(Yeah, time will tell
Maybe in the future, might get some help
Looking in the mirror, I respect myself, yeah)
I be overthinking it, 'bout who you be
Cated to a respectumal reclusium! yow! science!
(to harry & rhonda)
Ef y'all don't minds me sayin' so, I be'lieves it's 'bout time fo yo pathetical
got me fucking searching for love
Its a bad experience
When you get hurt by the one you love
You told me I was the only one
And all this time I was
Striking fear in the
Rear of my head interior I
Ain’t with rap squabbles
I just wanna be cheerier mostly
I’m a sad dude
Cause it’s my least valued currency
Dice
I Used to think
I could do it all on my own
Then I planted a seed
Just to watch it grow
Then I built a foundation
And I called it a home
What
handle it to get from the bottom
I used my mind to make it out they look at what I got
And wanna count up my money but never the problems, that come with
the future
Ain't got no crystal ball to look through
You cant tell what its gonna be
At least not yet
What I gotta get dissed cause of how the last guy stepped
as a thief
Living in disbelief fighting for victory prepare for the future by studying history
Say it, say it, say it we are the future
Ain't no pretender
I'm goin' back to the way
The way I used to be
I got no love for these niggas
'Cause they ain't got love for me
I'm goin' back to the way
playing with the boy
Everything I am's exactly what you want to be
I get it now
You used to talk down on my name but you regret it now
You're hypnotized by
no nigga heh muthafucka shit.
Mr Snubnose slangin the yay out the bullet shed
And Mrs Mossberg blowin up his ?
And the shit it don't be gettin' no
It's not just length and width.
But height to. Squarely couldn't comprehend height. What is this height? He asked. Trying to imagine a world beyond his
It looks like another one's comin around
So the Black Thought gots to get down y'all, yeah
Pass the what? (Pass the popcorn)
It looks like
you ain't used to
Little did you know, that at just any given moment
I would be the one who you would least expect to lose to
Take away the wavelength
ain't hearing it
I ain't been to sleep cause I got jet lag
Trying to live how I live got to get it how you get it then
This an outer body experience
You
Orpheus in the Underworld
My right hand has one good hard hold
On the cock God gave to me
The future ain't exactly
What I thought it used to be
there is
Because the intensity of a deeper
Intimate feeling
Just simply can not be contained
By just conventional language
So what do we do to describe
losing am I winning
Is this the start or its the finish Noo
It aint what it used to be-No
We aint what we used to be-Noo
Cant be judged by who I used
I never knew so many bad times
Could follow me so mercilessly
It's almost surreal
All the pain that I feel
The future ain't what it used to be
It
we're so mean that we cant See
Blinded by our rage
Things will never be the same
And whats insane
I hold out hope for one day
Yet it seems so far away
been fly
Mr. I get love from California back to NY
Mr. I do what I want, so the question isn't can I?
Latino in this bitch and I aint dancing Macarena!
it for us
Somebody always wanna tell you you ain't doing enough
But if you listen to everybody you'll be looking all crazy and fucked up
Hickory
some more in store
When I get to throw it on you
You got to come back for more
Toys and things that come by the dozen
That ain't nothin' but
last
Will it last a little longer if I blast?
And trust me
I'll probably be the last to preach
Cause ain't no hope for the
Future if they asking me
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