Turn it to the dame, I despise the most.
Pleasure and pain brought cash from the rhymes I wrote.
Sabotage yourself, limited the growth.
Location remote, self-reflection.
Tired eyed, almost crashed on the intersection.
Vision blurred when there's no direction.
Correction for my imperfections.
Perceptions on Rebus Island shut down with interceptions.
Moving funny,
almost had me in a state correction.
Facilitate my movements, no gods, no sensei,
no master, no lessons.
The less of my blues,
I block the booze and the ridicules from critics
and these finicky fools.
Always doubting myself,
still searching,
still searching for my purpose
even when I'm hopeless.
Dirty date notice,
wasn't prepared for this world when I got the cultist.
N***a you the oldest, you figure it out.
And from the slurs I shout, infidelity.
Move swings, all for self, yo.
I'm just like you, motherf***er.
I'm just like you.