In my brain's cavernous depths
Next to a little white lie and a failed piss-test
Is a masochist they call Mr. Misstep
A slate you couldn't clean with a gallon of Windex
But in the subtext underneath the subjects
The sun sets
Making silhouettes of what comes next
So tired of the middle, I was pushing and pedaling
Turning every single verse I wrote into my medicine
And they say it's better when you let it get embedded in
So I let it in
Hoping it'd make me a better man…
But it hasn't
I guess I'll always be that little piece-of-sh**
DRUG ADDICT
But as long as I rap savage, peep the tactics
See if other rappers can hack this
The haps is, I stay hidden like a trap, is
Other rappers need to lie down like a mattressssssssssssssss