Verse 1: Matt Cronin
Guns and bu*ter, lubricate the chamber
Staring at the mirror, swimming in the pupils of a stranger
Even your reflections an acquaintance
Time heals all but you don't have no patience
Face it, you lost yourself to your image
Praying with the m**ms throwing around the pigskin
Sitting shallow in a 40 getting lifted
Oxymoron but to you it ain't no difference
The poison you been sipping got you convinced you the victim
Voice mails to the woman that you been missing
But the gold digger in her made her forget you existed
Broken hearted tears got you scrubbing dirty dishes
Can't seem to put the regret behind you
Drunk texting that should've ended in high school
Hide and go seeking until reality finds you
Apologizing but you're the one that you lied to
I met the man my ex is f**ing
Swears to me she happy but I can tell that she be bluffing
I thank my dad for what he wasn't
Father's day was always free, my mom don't need no husband
Verse 2 : Matt Cronin
I think i got myself in a little too deep
an*lyze myself just a little too much
Trying to cleanse my soul for the wrongs that I've done
Make my mom proud of the man I've become
I was a christian 'till I started thinking
In a country of confederates I'm Abe Lincoln
Suburbia, cultural genocide, wall streets
Dirty deeds, get your streets gentrified
I want to live a life of culture
No american dream, they tell me what I'm supposed to do
Screens keep me on my sofa
Heat burns my skin and I'm no Erik Spoelstra
And why the cameras always watching
Stuck in this paradox leather full of wallet
I think I wasn't meant for college
Fraternities and Greek Gods, I don't get the Logic
History books and bullsh**, newspapers gossip
Easier to be ignorant, pain comes with knowledge