Nah I'm- I'm good, preciate it

Living off decisions that I made

Peeling back the layers of my brain

Wondering what's gonna go away with seconds that keep passing every day?

Hate it when they try to play it safe

Striking matches tryna light the way

Ashing joints and then I feel the weight get lifted off like add another plate

Pushing it off to the side like it's broken down

Lens was too blurry got changed and it's focused now

Mind was too cluttered and flooded with too many mutters

I'm closing the doors to this open house

Open the windows I hear innuendoes

Like "Oh it's so cute I heard you making music now"

"Bro yo shit dope buy my beats and you'll make it out"

Like what the fuck you think I'm finna say?

Could see it written all up on they face

They saying shit to fill the empty space

I told you I'm closing the doors to my place

Feeling the stakes the more I'm filling this page

Pen don't got safety put a switch let it spray in your face, this some mace

Touching base so you safe if I make it with the pace I'm like Adama Traoré

If the shoe fits I am not sorry

Let me just take a lil step back and look in the mirror

The vision is clearer could feel it

Un rey like Mysterio bumping through stereos

Painting pictures like here the scenario

Digging deep this they burial

All your material gone be satirical if you ever try comparing it to

Sir Lecs Mr. Van Gogh

Self Portrait, yeah, yeah, we know

Everything you recorded right under your house in that dusty ass basement with that shitty couch

Nawfside my residence, should be the president

Flow is so decadent, setting the precedent

Nazareth credited, this the New Testament

Don't suggest testing it cause it's the truth

No silver spoon but I stay in the stu-

Boys in the blue put my pops in a suit

For just serving some food was just tryna see through

All the times that he knew, but in turn it led to

Young man with a chip on his shoulder

But kept me from putting some bricks in the motor

Dissent won't prevent me from spreading aromas

I'm running it up and inclining my commas

Handsome and wealthy the looks from my momma

The bread keep on coming we eating at olive

I water my garden and see the fruits blossom

Be smoking on gas cause this shit is exhausting

Oh look at me, since the last album got gold on my teeth

Directing the cuts could call me Quentin T

Not a deluxe but it's not it's own album

These just some recordings from Van Gogh's asylum

I don't feel no pressure but know I apply some

Fuck chess we play Tetris I'm building without them

Been working in silence don't care bout the shouting

Guess this here album was part of the outcome… Fuck

Like fuck is they talking bout

I don't know what the fuck they talking about

It can't be this shit

It shouldn't be this shit

Like ain't no way they talking about this shit

Open the windows I hear innuendos

I open the windows I… Fuck

Open the windows I hear innuendos

I open the… Fuck

Open the windows I hear innuendos

I open the windows I

Open the windows I

Open the

Open the windows I hear innuendos

This intro a masterpiece but it's so simple

Hitting 3 minutes I need a new pencil

Graffiti the city for promo with stencils

Gold on the dental it's custom no rental

No acne on face but we popping like pimples

Gave y'all a head start was rapping while crippled

I'm walking on water this beat leaving ripples

Like fuck is they talkin bout?

Lecs wear a target out

Only got hits my discography dented now

Putting my songs on some wax got a different sound

Bouta sell that bitch out need another round

Pound for pound, champ of my state when I balled around

That was 1-7, 1-8 went the college route

Now I'm just throwing round lyrics on top of some tracks

These some golden sounds can't even hold 'em now

Had to let these shits go for the folks

If you listening please do it close

Cause the shit I wrote from within climbing rope

But it feel so remote

I forgot how to cope

So I speak it on flows and I pray open doors

Not the song that I wrote, but just hope they don't close

Cause it's feeling so close, frame my art next to Gogh

But I'm feeling so whole cause it's feeding my soul