These numbers
Say I’m
In a
Ill State
How long
can I
pretend I
feel great?
They might
catch me
Lyin
In state
They might
Catch me
Driving
Hi stakes
These numbers
Say I’m
In a
Ill State
woke up, took stock
Checked my inventory
K. F. żak prayed up, to god be the glory
Got my girl laid up just like a Rembrandt
Now she all up in my dms just like a swimfan
You see this #jacqueslife ?
Still in the studio
They like my singing voice
Don’t know I’m on these beats tho
Native Son,
I got one ear to these streets tho
Writers block just mean that I got all the keys tho

These numbers
Say I’m
In a
Ill State
How long
can I
pretend I
feel great?
They might
catch me
Lyin
In state
Or They might
Catch me
Driving
Hi stakes
These numbers
Say I’m
In a
Ill State

So what the hell am I gonna do without my people
Time and time again
Hello darkness my old friend
I’m gon have to fill this space
But it’s so deep tho
I’m so sure I got the bends
I feel like your next of kin
Does it matter in the end
I’m like my dear my dear my dear
Look like the pharcyde is right here
Look like the south side disappeared
Separate but equal
I feel nostalgic for a walk
But try to stay outside the chalk
Why don’t they know that man can’t talk
They let him tweet tho