Palaces

We've been talented, all along

We think we're fortresses, made of stone

But we're just palaces made out of flesh and bone

Waiting for our time to shine to come on home

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Lord, please bless my castle of sand

Waiting on a battle, sword handle all in my hand

The war forces more toward my door with demands

More important than the fortune that you poured in my pan

From freestyling to recording advance

Can you please reinforce all my borders and bands?

I should've put it towards some plans

Want a forest, gotta water some plants, huh

Normally, ignoring the branch

Is par for the course, but when you hold a culture, you can't

Can't parkour over a part

You gotta march forth over your art and for your fans

When you cornered, gotta shorten your stance

Lessen your tells, Philly-shelled, don't orbit or dance

You hear the bell then report to the band

Then do whatever that the chorus commands and for the 'Gram

We've been talented, all along

We think we're fortresses, made of stone

But we're just palaces made out of flesh and bone (Made out of flesh and bone)

Waiting for our time to shine to come on home (Our time to come on home)

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Lord, please bless my mansions of cards

If ever challenged, let us camp in the car (Uh)

Or hang a hammock from a branch in the park

A planet made of uninhabited parts (Uh)

Being anonymous don't grant you some dark

Even astronomers keep a camera on Mars (Uh)

Satellites attract where you are

And see your blackest night, attack it with sparks (Uh)

Fireworks are not a match for a star

And fire hurts, burns, blackens, and scars (Uh)

Can still emerge learned, attractive, and sharp

From out the ashes of galactic barrage, yeah

It gets savage where they traffic mirage

It ain't no magic, they in back of it, secret hatches and frauds

You gotta take it back to the start

You gotta tap and learn to rap from the heart, yeah, yeah

We've been talented, all along

We think we're fortresses, made of stone

But we're just palaces made out of flesh and bone

Waiting for our time to shine to come on home

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Uh, yeah

Lord, please bless my palace of bones

My soul call my skeleton home, it's on the phone (Hello?)

Give the receiver back to Tyrone

We made a pact, ****, I'm goin' back home (Alright)

Yeah, pack my bags, stagger back to the zone

With a back full of daggers I've thrown

I'm like my own masochist, slash my wrist with a poem, and when I'm gone

Don't tamper with or sample my songs unless you strong

Bicep emojis in the group chat

Five sets of burpees, don't disturb me if the booth black

I'm going through it, got a bunch of baggage on my roof rack

I have a lot of habits that produced that

They gon' put they tag on it, my condolences to the fast moments

Hope the solar system assist my slower mission and put some lag on it

Window to my soul, peering inside

The crib where my spirit resides, lyrics or die