(Verse 1)
Been working hard my whole life, just to get my own life
Ain't there yet, they telling me I got it, I don't think twice
But I, I told them not to worry bout me
I said "I'm better off dead", and now they worried bout me
Skeletons talking in my sleep and giving me advice
On how to stay alive, I'm wide awake... but my eyes shut
And when she left I got this feeling down in my gut
That she never coming back and she don't give a flying f**
About me or anybody that she see, we all the same inside
Hoping that we live before we die
Just an excuse, I'll tie a noose or bury myself alive
Until the dirt covers up my grave and silence is my ally
Tonight
(Chorus)
Paradise x2
(Verse 2)
When I awake, I'm in my dreams
I won't stop until she screams
Its the reoccurring theme
That's in my reoccurring dreams
Because It's paradise, with gold roads and faded glory
Bloody pictures on the wall represent the same story
Just a singular, distant, kid thats on the black side
Not the color of his skin, but his inner rap lines
Who's trapped inside himself because expression never helps
And his thoughts just seems to melt with all these thoughts that never spilt
Like a mission, blame it on the f**ing prohibition
Just alone and slicing beats like I'm a f**ing mortician
I got, black cards, black Jays and a black heart
And the neon got dull so I had to restart, because I'm in
(Chorus)
Paradise x2
(Verse 3)
I'm painting pictures of lies and forging pictures of truth
Cuz half the b**hes don't even understand what I do
Yet they judge me, but f** it my only market
And f** these these other rappers, my only targets
I'm breaking bad,now f** the I love I never had
The Only thing I need is cash so, I'm past broke
Know I'm telling my story and f** the allegory
And this white sh**, f**in with this white b**h, she getting alright
I was 7 and my mom was working night shift
Call them bad b**hes, man they ain't even bad b**hes
They only care about the D and the mad riches
I'm sad with you but she more about past n***as
Started metaphors and ended up with metaphoric
My sh** is intellectual, I'm lecturing these n***as
Telling me I'm too contextual and so I'm all work
Checking vocal textures, and checking up on her but god bless her
Playing dress up, in her dresser
Undress her, til she fess up
Take her dress off bout the other n***as that she wit, and he know better
Than to f** with her, but I'm just too damn ignorant and don't even give a mother f**
So f** her
(Outro)
"Blessed with something we call life
Though I do not believe in a god or a higher being
I believe we are god
We are everything and nothing at the same time
We are lost in a life where social integrity has become our world
Though love comes in many forms, its impossible to feel
When you blind yourself with limitation that would otherwise be non existent
If we were hesitant to create such things before we destined ourselves for failure."
-Revency