[Intuition]
Nowadays a year seems like an eon
I'm well aware and scared it was a long time to be gone
But be calm…soon the name'll glow up in neon
Lights I'm back and ready to grab a slice of the pecan
Pie sh** flyest ridden shoulders of a giant
On that gold touch midas no luck lying
But I'm trying…they try to tell me no man is a island
Paradise in my eyelids keeps me high an self reliant
It almost sailed but the tides drove my ship to shore
I'm back to not giving a solitary stroke of intercourse
Been a sinner since living in winter's bitter scorn
Mind of a winner your spine got a quitter's core
Meaning I ain't the gla** jaw to f** with
S'the last draw ya dumbsh** it's hacksaws to drumsticks
Attack tracks that a** slap the function
I'm back and I'm grabbing the last laugh, ya punk b**h