Lyrics

[Intro] Wyshmaster on the beat! [Verse 1] She was a fan of underground rappers, she knew all of their rhymes There was one in particular who was locked up doing time She wondered where he was so she looked him up online Searching for his address, wasn't certain she would find it But she did, sent a message saying he was on her mind Read all the articles about him and didn't think he did the crime Said she was willing to visit, that is if he was inclinеd No disrespect would be takеn if he happened to decline To her surprise, he wrote her back, so she messaged him again Sent some half-naked pictures, said she would like to be friends She wanted to be his pal, you know, like the pen Palpable sense of humor, she said no pun intended Didn't take a long time for him to decide to be a suitor Although most of their interactions had to happen through computer She's astute and kind of cute, bit of a square, a late bloomer He wanted to change his life so he happily pursued her Sooner or later, his family started to debate her intentions Like "What type of woman wants to date a man with life in prison?" Like "Since when did women start thinking that's a normal decision?" "Acts like she's been there from the beginning, that's historical revision" That rhetorical inquisition isn't lifting the veil Like "He don't know what she's doing while he's sitting in that cell She only wants him for his mail, can't you see, can't you tell" Guess sometimes you have to fail to learn a cautionary tale [Chorus] And now he's feeling like he's stuck in place, living in a drunken state Sinking in a sunken place, he had to get out (get out), get out (get out), get out (get out) What should I do? And now he's feeling like he's stuck in place, living in a drunken state Sinking in a sunken place, he had to get out (get out), get out (get out), get out (get out) What should I do? [Verse 2] He had lost all his appeals, hadn't lost all his appeal Highly skilled as a rapper, hadn't lost all of his zeal He was never going home, despite that fact, began to heal Then the laws began to change and it started getting real Yet he still kept a facade after so much time It wasn't odd that he had a wife and a life that he never had before But maybe God had blessed him after a test, and he learned his lesson unless that logic's flawed But he second-guessed him 'cause he felt less than worthy, a dirty, toxic fraud It's a caustic mix when fantasy and reality collides and hits head on But he's headstrong so his fallacies and pride conflicts He tries to find the conviction inside to put that aside and stick to the script And convince himself that none of this is a lie or fiction causing friction Now he's sick and tired, he can't find the path lately Dr. Jekyll, Mr. Hyde, feel like he's sawed in half lately Like he's dying on the inside, he finds it hard to laugh lately One plus one should equal two but he can't do the math lately [Chorus] Now he's feeling like he's stuck in place, living in a drunken state Sinking in a sunken place, he had to get out (get out), get out (get out), get out (get out) What should I do? [Verse 3] She doesn't like his shoes (nope), doesn't like his clothes (nope) Doesn't like his views (nope), doesn't like his bros (nope) Don't know what to do (nope), he don't know where to go (nope) He finds it hard to review who he was before Therefore he sits there and prepares to partake in a family dinner Before the food came out someone said "Hey, let's take a family picture" Gets the camera out, clean the lens and shushed him before he spoke She fixed his hat and brushed his coat, then she stood right in the center And said "Come on, everybody needs to herd in closely Big smiles for the camera, keep the perfect pose, please" She goes "Cheese", the camera flashed in his face His hands started to shake and he got a nosebleed He froze (he froze), he froze (he froze) And then he looked into her eyes and he spoke slowly He said "we don't know who we are 'cause I'm not me and you're not you So at the end of the day, there's nothing left for us to say or do (to say or do) At the end of the day, there's nothing left for us to say or do (to say or do, to say or do) Except to just divorce and heal And stop living life like our story was written by Jordan Peele" [Chorus] Feeling like he's stuck in place, living in a drunken state Sinking in a sunken place, he had to get out (get out), get out (get out), get out (get out) What should I do? Feeling like he's stuck in place, living in a drunken state Sinking in a sunken place, he had to get out (get out), get out (get out), get out (get out) What should I do?