Philosopher King

Dry crossing up the holy five hate

Your cousin is my hobby free throw

I'd toss my calling card but I'd hate to make a baby feel slow

Nope, bro, there's lots of answers to shit

Like the numbing that you feel is real, then pain grows

You'll get for what you asked

Patience is the lane I mate with case closed

If I fall, will you be there to catch me now?

Catch me now or

If I fall, will you be there to show me how

Show me how I've fallen?

All cranky in a blanket with a lazy eye

Same pigeon that was shitting on the other guy

Why yo fitness need a witness?

I too can cook a bunch of little meals

Friend, make my life

I picked 'em up and clipped their hype

Its was the tamest type the little bitch couldn't listen

I flipped it up and twisted night

Into a padded white room

Bitch named Kristen

I will run laps around you, around you

Go on, try, tug me back to you, but I'll fly

Guess they were right

No way to drag your body and make up the time

So I'll focus on mine, not gonna hold me down I'm leaving you behind

Won't say that you're better

Won't sell you a better lie

Won't tell you etcetera

Won't say that you're doing fine if your life never turns around

And if you should die tomorrow or the week after next

I know that I will be safe and sound

I won't be there cleaning up all the mess

I felt my body craving the oxygen from ancient wasteland aching

I wanna be the man with the bacon

Make a light reveal the only stake in

Fakeness, fucked