I consider myself a silent teacher
Sinful preacher, since the beginnin’ of birth, a shit show
With my telekinesis, mentally Magneto
Coming up with a thesis upon hope
(Whoa, whoa, oh yeah)
You belittle yourself, wishin’ that you would end up splittin’ yourself
Killin’ yourself in the mud, cleanin’ yourself
(Oh, oh, yeah)
One within the middle of self, anyone else
Always low and I’m Tom Clancy with stealth
Malcolm in the Middle of emotions of health
Been knew I’m a star, I don’t fuck with the Yelp, yeah
So the feelings a-coasting
Left a stain up on my heart, forgot ’bout the coaster
Amnesia margarita, happened to her? Don’t know, sir
I don’t know
So we go and plunge
Ready, steady, fee-fi-fo, on the run, PTSD from the 5-0
Tryna lie low but alligator eyes is so flow
Wherever I go, they keeping one closed eye, though
I know any second, pyro
I can blow like a chalice or overheated silo
It’s the damage inflicted, but continue, all I know
So we plunge
Ready, steady, fee-fi-fo, on the run, PTSD from the 5-0
Tryna lie low but alligator eyes is so flow
Wherever I go, they keeping one closed eye, though
I know any second, pyro
I can blow like a chalice or overheated silo
It’s the damage inflicted, but continue, all I know, so we
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