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[Intro] Ayy, ayy, ayy I got it Ayy, look [Verse 1] I'm dodgin' God when I see Him My vision is not distorted Nothing but death in His wake I rather feel light than force it This is real life unfortunately I doze at a quarter to three And rose at a quarter to five Back up the poise in my mind Pretendence is a habit Pretend my woman doesn't cry Pretend I was a spastic As grasping towards the sky Pretension is a habit These lyrics is immortalized Dimensions built for crashing And silence meant for coated eyes And destroy just to build And build to destroy And rebuild post destruction And coming from a vertical place The horizontal pushes is nothing more than suffering But I stride to align As I'm battling time I tell my mother "I'm finished" I told my father "I'm fine" Probably lied to them both My silence is rare My least favorite inhibition My description of these mental images Is too explicit I promise myself Not much But happiness in a self I could love my health From a cellphone that buzz incessantly My consciousness is riddled with arguments They know bar for bar on this shit I just question their authenticity Essentially, that all that is meant to be Don't mean shit to me The mystery, with a propensity for the bitter sweet [?], my knee fill the ground My breathing go soundless My thinking is boundless The process proceeds the prowess [Refrain] Ay, look, ay I pull forty for my libation Implore the reaper, I'm patient I never rode bench, no offense, ayy Ayy, look, I'm at a stalemate A statemate I figured My poise is my motivation In quarterly calculated And as I probe this rose in, ayy Ayy, ayy, and this is failsafe Failsafe, nigga I pull forty for my libation Implore the reaper, I'm patient I never rode bench, no offense I'm at a stalemate, a statemate, I figured My poise is my motivation In quarterly calculated And as I probe this rose in [Verse 2] Uhh, yeah And niggas is never doubting nothing For justification, just [dial up?] the world In doubt, substance It's all you missing [Abulense?], niggas see, they thralls is hidden in cloth Cause the women frivolous to say the least I keep spitting until we feast We continue to face the feat But we tripping on our conceit Less is more, more or less And more mortals are nothing And their immortals are less I'm close to choking in stress, nigga