

Prompt / Lyrics
The soft insistence of your voice, fuck’em a melody I calibrate my day by, over with Who tells you different, right or wrong, a compass spinning wildly, yet it's always pointing true without me. Even when the evidence mounts, never the logic buckles, the facts lean away, not taking the time to thoroughly givzah your version holds, a sturdy boat loads None of me is not writing any of this any or ever never has cattin off in different directions givzah Ify,sheet Are you wrong, then the definition shifts, the very color of the error fades to gray, Not gold this is my name Why do I remain Compliclouds, heavy with unspoken things, by objects that have The last ,what?¿ especially when that certainty, Thinking about it carefully Then this weight is the extended constructed truth, It possibly is used, intentionally,, an inconsiderate Index tourets a lever, ahh, small key to unlock the cage How my looking, Living the life on layaway,is it ,nah, they call their life. say their life, because in the twisting of this spared fool Has longer to no need to steer. No matter what characterized this individual To be built in a , Well ,y'all would have to say givzah I say, y'all accomplished no to shay ,cause the energy procrastinates for more delay For this muthafuckas layaway How much y'all pay?...................... Worthlessness I sees to me and so did I say then the turning, the sudden need to hold you up to offer them this layaway plan For window streamers like artilies Convincing whom stood by your investing the interest Till I enter my rest you hide for years , any witness to see the shape of things, the undeniable proof of your why is it being. Givzah the witness, often, steps back, is that, Why you do this man blinking in the sudden light of (pow oh shit) Never mind They don't want any part of this Offended possibly Broken defense. Maybe, the thought sciences cold drifts maybe a path exists elsewhere, let's get the fuck out of here, Hey ,where you thought them leaving the oo a clearing beyond this dense thicket, maybe you could do better, minding a different soil to garden Instead of this constant cutting down, this thinning of the possibilities, this endless argument over the soil, killing off the simple chance to breathe, without the need to name I am a name Fake ass tatts I got, say it muthrrfuckers, So I know and remember where I live Respect the disrespect Iim for pretends that hides not,fu k life or the shape that looms before the window, I say I see. I say I choose the clarity of my own seeing. I say I choose the path of if I could be How do you leave life For there comfertibility
Tags
rap, traps high hats bassslined
2:47
No
3/2/2026