From the recording Get Real, Quick!
Brand new planter please. Been protecting thieves. Paper folds; a crease. Let’s get deceased. Predating us, post-dated lust. Back in the fold, its a welcomed must. My face get flushed, my hands are clenched. Pretty proud to pretend. Take forever - Then get back to me never. Return my old sweater, then get back to me never. I’ve been having some doubts but I’ve been working them out. I've been writing them down, cause I haven't gone out. Now in front of a crowd, I’ll be singing flaws loud. Hoping to turn this shit around. I’m third eye producing. Mixing ‘champ up with juices. See vids of us cruising. Zoom in, you’ll see ego bruising. Get back to me never (cause I said so) Trading trauma for tracks, thanks for tuning in. Set the standard so that someone can step into it. Different than it ever did. Don’t drive by with that toxic shit. Trading trauma for tracks, thanks for tuning in. Set the standard so that someone can step into it. Pass the paper, jot it down. Hoping you turn around