do you even see me tryin?
so why you gotta be defiant?
that's the sorta shit that'll leave me sighin
like what the fuck kind of bullshit does she have me buyin

she wanna be my everything
not just any fling, anything less than how i effortlessly
impress then caress then yall can just guess what happens next
smooth in transition like jerry west

or like cl i make her feel well
till i tell her that this is just low key like seashells
gzin genius with my pen or penis kel and kenan schemin
on makin green and risin to the top like the cream of the crop

the dreams that i drop with the trees that i chop up
leave me feelin free as a hawk or dove
not above love but released for a peaceful time
her peace of mind was redefined to a piece of mine so i had to (say goodbye)

listen i don't wanna choose
but if it's between you and music
then here's the goddamn truth bitch
i'm gonna have to say goodbye to you

first time she mentioned a relationship
i knew that saying bye bye was imminent
it’s not like i don’t wanna be intimate, it’s a
bit of a common story i loved her but the other’s the ultimate

not that same old shit that’s why i’m sayin this
to spit my bliss forever, wedded to the infinite
so in finite strokes i play love like
the heart strings were my first instrument

i need music in my body like a diabetic needs insulin
yogis need discipline or distributors use middle men
so you could say hello to my little friend but under
no circumstance will i sin again so (say goodbye)

i made the ride and snared the fly while playing sly with aching dimes
left only slime and lonely signs so make some shrines to spanking time
or wait in line i’m making rhymes so patient pies can stay inside
then taste the shine got bass and spine dames comply kiss the guy then (say goodbye)

break the tie tidal wave, wake or die, dilate latent highs mild wastes
wastes that lie styled great charming eyes vile stakes
same old sky miles made, matrix guise guile slates about great grape or wine
dine or grind line in line swipe the dime make her mine (say goodbye)

while i’m way reclined baking rye, waking high till
i’m missing some mistresses name shit i can’t lie
the sandman’s damn hands bam bammed the band stand
till i spanned cans past lambs, aiming some hits and grand slams

that’s a metaphor of my old muse, betty from bed rock
she got me creating around the clock while steadily picking wedlock
but i got prior engagements so it’s hard to stay committed
when a misses is bugging out, wanting me to stop work and listen

but even when plagued by locusts, i never lose my focus
just hit the lab and she’s calling me up on some hocus pocus
so someday i’m hoping to find the magic ring’s blessing but
the girl gotta know outside the bedroom she cums second

music first, miles third
hope you don’t think i’m a ho just because i be fucking with all of these words

listen i don't wanna choose
but if it's between you and music
then here's the goddamn truth bitch
i'm gonna have to say goodbye to you