[DexLabb]

aching soul, electric heart, faceless pose
i been trapped in this cement, shit it made me cold
colder than 50 below, with bare nutsack exposed
colder than my brew, when the mountain's blue

you know? no? fuck it. we aint got time to teach
when the hip hop preacher got rent to make
guess we dont got time to preach - annnnd
i dont give a fuck about any-a-thinggg. spark it up

any-a-thing. i see behind my eyes i can reach
like when drake got his first grammy like, why me?
now im behind my keyboard like, me? not likely...
its all about psyche. please god... rewrite me,

now were in this place of rain and fire and lust
and the rush is enough. oooh its just enough...
i pour my past into this styrafoam cup, toast it up
the city slows down man i been outta touch..