I say one, I say two, I say what?

I say one, I say two, I say what?

I say one, I say two, I say what?

I say what?

I have an angel and a devil on my shoulders

But both of 'em have showed us that all they really want is exposure

I haven't any reason to expect

That either one would be familiar with the feeling of regret

I have respect for constructive criticism

But it's difficult to trust your opinion without some juxtaposition

That's why I haven't got a fuck to offer

But if you wanted some sarcastic responses, I've got ya

I have ambitions and potential

But never considered my reflection to be so special

I haven't figured out what successful means

But I'll do anything to be so fresh and so clean, clean

I have to bring a shovel and a submarine

To navigate what's underneath the trouble and the suffering

I haven't made peace with the trauma and grief

But I'ma get right on it later on this week

You know I have a limitation to my patience

Ain't tryna waste it on some sideways communications

I haven't had the time to stop for breaks

Ever since lockdown, I've been tryin' to rob this bank

I have absolute gratitude for who marked

This loose gravel path made of failures and bruised hearts

I haven't used the truth as a sword

Since the last snake, I had to separate from the fork

You know I have to take a taste of every donut I make

Pretendin' that I reinvented the shape

But I haven't had the bandwidth to analyze the adjectives

I didn't come to poke holes in your magic tricks

I have jokes just to pacify the pressure

That's how I'm still smilin' even though my chest hurts

I haven't stopped tryin' to entertain and impress her

Forever, I'ma probably identify as the jester

In the days of Y's and X's, I was wreckless

Drank my dinner and ate pie for breakfast