CandyLand Prologue

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 (Fuck 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, Fuck 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 fuck treats Fuckin' up so much I'm starting to say fuck 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 fuck 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