River

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Jean Grae] It's hard to say that we could never speak again Or even just to keep it frequent, hard to keep it in Harder to speak within the bars, limits of deep dissent Of weepin' that 15 percent, of carin' where you keep your head Of darin' to pretend things would be different if he just was dead Fingers hover over keys with just nothing to right wrongs Or write songs, so—I close the window on it Took me until my 30s just to put my finger on it Once you accept the knowledge, silence doesn't follow honest Meet me back in '89 Where were babies still before the the new dawn of your mind Before you went dormant The pills, the kill switch, I wish they made one Motherfucker, who still never changed from Blamin' mom, blamin' us, for addiction, claimin' none Prayin' five times a day was savin' us? Fuck him, thank him for the genes Unfortunately—ain't enough 'Cause ain't a love fucked if it ain't love? Thinkin' love hurts with them fist-words And the discourse, fist first It's passed over me, landed on y'all Watch you landin' in walls Couldn't do all I wanted, my mobility stunted Y'all I would've killed him a million hundred times, no stallin' on it Gasoline pourin' on it, that's Jean fallin' on it Knife into his sternum and I'm turnin' on it Burn it all, it's worth it all, he worth it all Inverted comic collisions, watch the comicbook Visions be fruitful, the dominant Siblings be useful, watch our lives be truth filled Do you still remember me and you still? [Verse 2: Quelle Chris] We've been through things, you've been through things You Pepsi soda, you challenge, I've seen you die a thousand times And been reborn, as something new That yin and yin, that yang and yang Extremes, shattered dreams New wokes, we all folks that try to cope, ain't no joke, true I disagree with some decisions that split the tree as we receive As little seeds, we grown You make your bed, I make my own No stones tossed, cause I done crossed lines plenty times Still you and you and I Them small fries, my sister and OGs Congrats, cause I fade out, then fade back I coulda this, I shoulda that Seen cul-de-sac's that call from time to time Just mind your motives And hold your mind, in case these words find you in favor from the other side Sometimes we come out these cocoons as coons, not butterflies That's cut and dry The under-eyes got bags with tags from all the travel We maintain, with no regrets, to proudly claim The lost, the found amongst these mental planes Everything's okay—or so they say Everything's okay, and so they say And so they say [Outro] Everything is fine — everything is fine