studying solitude left me in a sentimental mood
so since i don’t get around much anymore come caravan through my room
so ellington elegant with sophisticated ladies eyes
glued, lemme slide in beside you

rhythm-a-ning syncopated as a haiku then it’s
by boo you can’t make a kite out of this fly dude
by the time it’s high noon you’ll be like
damn, look how his shine grew

but mind you it’s time to explain why the flocks flew
gotta piggy bank of dime stew and the palace maids of naboo
fucking with jane to get my high blew, in chess ahead a few moves
using the hindsight to get you, guess i read that ass: baboon

i’m selfish. i can't give up any portion of my fortune
any time when I could grind
girls forcin, allurin me out my fortress
of solitude, pimp hand superman strong and you

kryptonite. listen, boo, it isn't you, it's me
my vision's true, i'm meant to move crowds like the sea
sounds like neptune poundin beneath
the moon risin high tide, my flow soothing sleep

i don't hope for a leap, i only know how to keep
jumpin till i reach those everest peaks
i don’t wait for heaven to speak
so why the hell would i wait for somethin better to eat?

girl i know you saw me at the show
how you think i got so cold at this shit here?

come, come now spit one hundred rounds of
game and still have ammunition, girl
passion ain't flitted, it's just my aim
redirected at rearrangin the game

and i ain't even stressed bout a text or sex
see girls vexed like school lutherans and i’m lex
luther and fred krueger bruisin you and your ex
she still dreams of elm street cuz i do her the best

but it's hopeless, i don't lose focus
stay posted fillin notebooks with quotes that hope to define emotion
in this ocean, plenty of fish knowin
that i'm above the surface coastin

know that my dick is like a nomad
and you wouldn’t know i’m an mc in the bedroom cause i don’t wrap
it’s just that my pen’s so potent holding cum back is
like running track around a parapalegic in air max

so i let my chips stack, i don’t wine and dine to grind
cuz i grind all day, why the fuck waste my time
riding on some nines when the lines i write are dimes
when i release the rhymes that are contained in my mind

and if you get pissed off, to me that’s fucking fine
find a corona, my love stays as bitter as a lime
i can hear her but never see her and some have said she died
but i think that until we’re extinct she’ll just revive

girl i know you saw me at the show
how you think i got so cold at this shit here?