Instrumental: Hannibal King // OG Sour Cream and Onion
You know this world is cold, but my heart's colder.
I'm getting older with the weight of the world on my shoulders.
Some obstacles I can't get over, but I don't have God, Jehovah, or Krishna watching over me.
I'm not sober, G. I'm not fully here. I'm not anywhere but you could say that I don't care.
I wanna show you but you just won't see it. I wanted to be yours but you just didn't feel it.
Can't ignore this or forget you. Forget you, you're the one that let me bleed through.
My heart is see-through, I speak my mind.
Read between the lines and examine my rhymes.
But no one has the time, let alone myself.
I need to take a minute, rearrange that pieces that fell
from my inspiration, straight to the soul.
Keep the rhythm going, I'll pay up front in gold.
you can't pass me up, a one-time offer.
I oughta swim back to shore, but why bother?
I'd rather lose myself in the chaos that surrounds me.
My account is profound and underground, understand me.
I'm in command but I hate this position.
And the hatred leaks through into all of my writtens.
I'm not smitten and I've never been in love.
Cause my fist is too big to ever fit that glove.