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Window
- //Intro
- Four corner room shit
- All alone starin' out the window, random thoughts
- Most likely medicated
- Particularly a rainy day
- //Verse 1
- Yeah, I wonder if the humans know that all of them are planets and their galaxies are made up with a universe inside of them
- Wonder why we hear about Lebron and Jordan all the time, 'bout how they cross the game over, but barely mention Iverson
- Wonder if my people will forget they history, the more they lit up everything and burned down all these fuckin' monuments
- I wonder what the ward would do, or even worse, my girl would do, or the board if they knew that I was plottin' suicide again
- I wonder why these women wanna fuck me, say they love my music
- Funny 'cause when I visit their socials, there's no sign of it
- I wonder why these rappers all waited until now to give a fuck about injustice or the system, even politics
- I just seen a gang memeber yellin' Black Lives Matter, two days later, talkin' 'bout slidin' on the opps again
- Wonder if these bitches that be wolfin' online know I'm maskin' like Covid and get love from anonymous
- And why the fuck these rappers tryna sound like me? Wow, oh, I see now, they're opps no 'tometrist
- Talkin' 'bout mental health, only when it benefit 'em, they ain't never been through it, but did it for the audience
- Seasonal depression, shit for me that's like a blessin', 'cause it hit me every other day, like favors people call to get
- I wonder if everyone that's online knows that they sold their soul to fit the rhetoric of target marketin'
- I wonder if the woke people know to be privy to what someone made knowledge is a con to your consciousness
- And when you think about it, if you draw a cross startin' with a hyphen, that's turnin' a negative to a positive
- Or that the rabbit hole is like how I drink mimosas in the mornin', or the girlfriend's ass, yeah, bottomless
- Or me and mental hospitals go together like snow and sweaters, so to call your boy crazy is a compliment
- //Hook
- Usually have so much on my mind
- (Staring out the window)
- Stuck right here just fucked up and high
- (Staring out the window)
- You can tell a lot once you look in my eyes
- (Staring out the window)
- Thoughts keep racing while time passes by
- (Staring out the window)
- Usually have so much on my mind
- (Staring out the window)
- Stuck right here just fucked up and high
- (Staring out the window)
- You can tell a lot once you look in my eyes
- (Staring out the window)
- Thoughts keep racing while time passes by
- (Staring out the window)
- //Verse 2
- When I seek asylum, it's a different meaning I can show you how the game work yeah I can ref you G's
- They probably want me dead now 'cause I'm chopping yalls heads but dropping knowledge though instead, yeah I'm the next Bruce Lee
- When you were in the house gettin' restful sleep
- I done went through more shit than public restroom seats
- And anybody beefin' with me only reason why you still alive right now is 'cause I let you breathe
- They don't want Smoke like pickin' [Cyrax](serax), I be in your [Sektor](sector) with my gat like making Ed Boon scenes
- I know that I'm a sinner but I've always been a winner, quarterbackin' for the Saints, you can forget Drew Brees
- I ain't stoppin' 'til I'm chillin' on my ranch, billions in advance, eating grilled wingettes with blue cheese
- I graduated late but now I'm flying first class while you're in the back like, can I get some legroom, please?
- I wonder how the world can have people still alive but homie I swear to freakin' god you're dead to me
- Or people clickin' up shit like I'm the kid to fuck with and get your dogs touched, no pet groomin'
- Or when the scary ass rap game will keep it real because with beats and rappin' bitch, who the best, fool? Me
- I wonder how the homies from the set feel knowin' that I'm dressed for the next peel in fresh blue jeans
- Or punks that be talkin' 'bout king shit but when I peek shit the bed that's in their master bedroom's a queen
- Or how I got a power of a god, all seven Dragon Balls and a life supply of Senzu Beans
- But none of that matters right now because I'm in a fuckin' mental hospital for the next few weeks
- //Hook
- Usually have so much on my mind
- (Staring out the window)
- Stuck right here just fucked up and high
- (Staring out the window)
- You can tell a lot once you look in my eyes
- (Staring out the window)
- Thoughts keep racing while time passes by
- (Staring out the window)
- Usually have so much on my mind
- (Staring out the window)
- Stuck right here just fucked up and high
- (Staring out the window)
- You can tell a lot once you look in my eyes
- (Staring out the window)
- Thoughts keep racing while time passes by
- (Staring out the window)
- //Outro
- Hey dad, it's probably lunch time
- I hope you are eating well
- Today mom took the park where we used to go all the time
- I miss you and I love you and I can't wait to see you
- Get well soon dad
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