Salads and Croutons

I'm like Rocky at the top of the stairs

Grey Nike, swoosh, accent green on my pair

Model citizen, I live my life on rare

I see pages from my book, often copied and shared

I'm what they look forward to, I imitate life

Turn my art into a reel, now I'm naming a price

Look, they want it one way, but it's the other on sight

Big on the block like Marlo lil **** send kites

It's hard to love, those that stray and don't bring it back

It's easier to use me, and record songs through my mac

The love will get you, eventually it's a trap

And all the love you can't afford is gonna cost you a rack

I was waiting in line with damaged goods for a year

Got to check out and realized there was nothing in here

Mind playing tricks on me, I really thought it was clear

That I need more work, I even shed me some tears

Look, salads and croutons, lovely dates and nuance

Ambient sounds, and lovely notes for us to groove on

Take it from me, Everyday's a newborn

Yeah, shit, look, you know what we on

You know what we on

Yeah, uh, take it from me

You know what we on

Yeah, uh, yeah, you know what we on

Yeah, take it from me, uh, yeah

You know what we on