歌詞
I went from undesirable to undeniable, to indescribable
To existing inside an environment with no one besides me
When I a flip a coin it lands on side three
And that's if it even comes back down from the sky, see
I finally feel fine for a minor moment in time
Cause I find sometimes I gotta realign my own spine
And, like packing some pine, I get back to my grind
Make my mind blind to everything that's on the line
Cause there are two eyes in redefining
And their both in my head quietly conspiring
Believe half what you see, none of what you hear
Triple source my obituary for the next forty years
Cause hard to kill is built into the parts of my grill
You'll have to pardon, I get shrill if I depart my pills
But through my will I will fulfill every mission on the hill
I'll be doing drills until they come to fetch their kill
I'll leave kisses in my will to all the misses who'll miss me still
I wish I could have fit their bill but I'm glad we got to chill
I'll leave kisses in my will to all the misses who'll miss me still
I guess I didn't fit their bill but I'm glad we got to chill
What is wrong? Nothing but being in love with a mystery
Can be less than exquisite when distancing from shared history
And letting it drip from me so it only exists in me
If I specifically insist I revisit my inner pics of she
The whispers drift from me, the blisters rip my knees
But I got the lift in me to re-exist with an epiphany
That will feel like a gifting tree that was ripped from me
After it was explicitly rewritten into the script for me
But I don't give a frick or geez, I fricassee a quick MC
Imprison he with written speak fitting for the little geek
Then make a wild claim like I invented the parenthesis
Or that the bullet that wacked Kennedy was actually meant for me
But that's what they expect of me, a death so unexpectedly
Met with regret mixed with bits of respect for my mental weaponry
At the behest of the best to ever catch wreck regularly
If not, I gave it a shot on my quest to be the best MC
I'll leave kisses in my will to all the misses who'll miss me still
I wish I could have fit their bill but I'm glad we got to chill
I'll leave kisses in my will to all the misses who'll miss me still
I guess I didn't fit their bill but I'm glad we got to chill
Written by: Dustin Burdette, Timothy Eugene Johnson