Pardon

When you get too old to fight

Day turns night, hugging the light

Humming like a bird does, doves, et cetera

Love song plethoras

Instead of collecting her, you rejected her

Respected her, let her be her

Wrote her a letter and she read it 'fore he sent it

Back to me she roam, gone with him

Fell victim to the prism of one

Color kill 'em slow

Seeds don't grow by the farms, they are gentrified

Sent the lie to me, beliefs

The agnostic priest, optimistical paths

So predictable, the rituals

Habitual, laugh if it tickles you

Funny money meant for you, bruh, if it interests you

Moms hit us for the French and you

Parlez-vous Francais?

Obviously, probably just me

Feeling like G's, surrounded by thieves

Grounded by the trees, planted by the rivers and the waters

Praise the daughters, bought a grave for the father

Behave, I'm no martyr

Just ask Marty, K, party pooper

You's a loser if you ain't with somebody

On the fourteenth, going on the twenty-sixth

Feeling like a biatch, cause I was feeling this bitch

Wasn't doing nothing but feeling her

Now what? Back to feeling this paper

Feeling this vapor, K, crusader

Ain't the same, I came close but no cigar folks

P chop split to the head like a drop kick

Through the snares and all but who cares

I cut my hair instead of pulling it out of my head

Dog, I was something like it

Now I'm nothing without something

Sunk in my chair thinking 'bout loving someone so rare

But I can't keep following air

Staring at a dream, moonwalk, talking to ghosts

Gone off of that, indo smoke and we elope

Dope boy on his own, God bless the child who grows

The lone ranger from out of the manger, born

Knowledge reigns supreme over nearly anyone

That's afraid to dream, try