Blu - Pardon lyrics

(Pardon me brother, as you stand in your glory) Yea, When you get too old to fight Hummin' like a bird does dubs etcetera Instead of collectin' her you rejected her Respected her, let her be hurt Wrote her a letter and she read it for rescindin' (or "resending") Gone with em' fell victim to the prism of what Seeds don't grow by the farms they are Gentrified sent alive to me, beliefs Optimistical paths so predictable to rituals Habitual, laugh if it tickles you Funny money live for you bruh Mom said its for the French and you Parlez-vous Francais obviously probly just me Feelin like Gs, Surrounded by thieves rounded by the trees Planted by the rivers and the waters, praisin' daughters Bought a grave for the father Behave I'm no martyr just, (ask Marty kin?)/(Ass-smarty kid?) You's a loser if you ain't with somebody On the fourteenth goin' on the twenty-sixth feelin' like a b**h Cuz I was feelin' this b**h Wasn't doin' nothin' but feelin' her, Now What? Back to feelin this paper, feelin' this vapor caped crusader Ain't the same, I came close but no cigar folks (Pea Job split?) to the head like a drop-kick Through the snares and all but who cares I cut my hair instead of pullin' it out of my head, dawg I was Something like it, now I'm Nothin' without something sunk in my chair thinkin' bout Lovin' someone so rare but I can't keep followin' in Starin' at a dream, Moonwalk talkin' to ghosts Gone off of that, endo smokin' we elope God bless the child who grows the: Lone Ranger from, out of the manger born Knowledge reign supreme over nearly anyone that's afraid to dream try... You think those guys look like they'll ever be sensitive to my record collection? (laughing) A bunch of football jocks, 'What do you got here? A bunch of old albums or something?'") Transitions into track 10 "Vanity"