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