Sick of sitting in this silence reconfiguring my virus spend my money on distractions spend my spare time in asylums nobody gonna fix your life no brother gonna save your sorrow all a nigga got to do for himself is hold his shit together until tomorrow a breakthrough will come you’re not the only one forget the things you’ve done we’re not built to last but neither are our sins forgive yourself your past all the damage that you did all the promises you made i was just a fucking kid you made a demon-child grenade You can’t rape the willing but you could crash me a smoke like Foxy says: “Fuck ‘em, if they can’t take a joke” I’m suffisticated an inebriant savant Chameleonic disposition See in me the man you want In me the man you You and me and me In me the man you See in me the man you want