Uh, yeah
Through the bubble wrap, its bustin out the bubble jacket
Dont fall in love with pack cause comin back become a habit
I need somethin fast, somethin thatll cut the traffic
I know nothin lasts, prayin that dont bust the sadness
Keepin something stashed cause I peep the love erratic
I let it come to pass, let me on my lust for passion
Crush another glass, belly gettin struck with matches
What a ugly past, help me stay above the madness
Watch my brothers back, the enemy aint come to stab him
I took another slash, lookin for my mothers casket
For it to come to that, fidget when the comfort lackin
I got my mothers laugh, grinnin through a bunch of bad shit
Only want the facts, scary, gon confront with gas in
Need the funds elastic, but never front and act
I mustve flunked the castin, can never trust the mask
The villainy in us is massive, so we fucked the stash
Know history enough to tap in, ugh
We know enough to tap in
So you have a condition to what psychoanalysis call melancholy
Which is ? world in which you are born