I can't comprehend
No I can't compute
Can't understand why I'm taking this route
Why I got a horn but won't make that bitch toot
I prefer to walk rather than drive the commute
But I can't communicate can't relate to the preemptive hate people build up
Right out the gate
They're preparing to meet the worst fate
Don't even consider what they might create
By trying to tear down
The things that they love
I don't frown upon
I push and I shove
Like a glove this beat fits perfectly
It's just drums and rhodes and a harmony
I am harmonizing so carelessly
I am terrorizing the pharmacy
Self worth determined by numbers charts
Call me plumber I'm plumbing my clogged up heart
Get your plunger and we can start
Oh shit we can't we're missing a part
Am I turned up within your headphones
Are you bumping me with friends or are you alone
Are you walking around a place
If so I encourage you to take a taste
Of the air around you what story does it tell
Is your day bad or maybe is your day going well
What can you do about it if at all
Will you let it dominate you will you fall
Don't answer it's rhetorical
The tunes that you're hearing are purely metaphorical
So picture this
A performer performing
A momentary crowd that scrolls by every morning
A momentary high that leaves with no warning
A momentary medal he is always adorning
He does this shit more than now and then
He feels like an animal stuck in the pen
He hopes the judges will hold up a ten
So he doesn't have to wake up and do this again