Now I suppose this should be the post game but I'll do it pre cos I'm over time
Yeah this should be the post game but I'll do it pre cos I'm over time
Refer to me as the raconteur, you ain't heard of me
But I verbally serve it back at you
Preferably murder the murmurs that they be stacking up
Converted this circuitry, circle the circus submerge them and burn them
With this furnace, inferno of my vernacular
Synonymous with the supersonic
I move the phonics, from monotonous to the future chronic
Multiply these lines to obtain a fraction
Of your attention that's supposedly undivided
See I made my way from fake to something great
Erased the grey to take the pain away
Will create a space to face the fears of fate
Then embrace the change in ways I used to shade
My favourite past time helped me pass the time
Heard that bell ringing when the bar was high
And it's hard to climb, but I could either choose to be a villain
That would never frown or a hero that would hardly smile
Now I suppose this should be the post game but I'll do it pre cos I'm over time
Yeah this should be the post game but I'll do it pre cos I'm over time
This should be the post game but I'll do it pre cos I'm over time
Split a second in the fourth quarter when I throw a dime
Intercept with raw force, I see them on that bandwagon
Spin them off like they're better call Saul
See I be sure to bring the bars back
Whenever they see-saw if we're really past rap
If you ever asked that let me fast track
While I beat a dead horse, yeah I'm bout to lap Phar Lap
Maybe I'm just sick of living through the motions
Looking for a fix not the dose that you're hoping
Ripping on the mix, till the potion is potent
Crying off the script call it poetry emotion
I want to know it's like when the rent goes
Not to depend so, what was it like to repent slow
Is it nice to befriend foes, reap the benefits from qualities my friends owned
Said I put my music in the friendzone till now
I bottled up my fears and I wrote them down
To make sense of the mess that I moped about
But then I noticed how it won't amount to now
Cos I know the bounds, and I've showed it now
Already will say I took notes, without time Sammy Jenkins Memento
This my endone, I shift the tempo
Amidst the dead lows, see I will went home
Feel the tense pain wrap it up like it's denso
I just float where the pen strokes, from the treble clef to the end note