Preme - Take Two Listens lyrics

“[1] I used to be the kind of guy who was kind of fly Kind of like the type who like to ride a bike despite the sun not shining bright I like to think it was perspective, but if I was perceptive Then I'd know it's cause I was neglected Mother f'n up the child support checks wit' Whatever she dealt with—card house falling on itself So my heart turns cold—poppa at the club, try'n'a get paid; Diamonds a girl's best friend; we call a spade by his name And I saying this emotionally, supposing if we Had the Huxtable family, then that luxury could've damaged me more Than I am, and, see, I don't believe in mistakes like Snake bites, brakes lights, nothing more than fate, right? Crap shoot, shake dice. At least you took the gamble A man don't got a chance if he just watching from the side It's easy to say, “He lost.” but harder to say “I tried.” It's simple to know the theory…let's see it when it's applied Supply and demand manhandles many, and anybody who's tellin' you diff'rent prob'ly Don't understand economics You see, that bike I was riding around on when it was cloudy Was really just to prepare me for folks who were stationary And daring me to be diff'rent, I channeled it into this. It's Medicinally elicited, written like a prescription, sh** Take two listens and call me when you get it I'll write you another one that's more potent if you don't feel it. But you will [Hook] And I meant it just for you... For when you need some words that are words that you listen to Or when you need ‘em to give, just distribute… These few…are some that I use to get me through You see, I'm not the same guy that I used to be And if I'm judged by the past, then I'll be glad to say that I can look at yesterday's sorrows and see tomorrow Borrow lessons I learned, and turn ‘em into my future [2] I used to be the kind of dude who was kinda rude Blind from booze. Try'n'a lose myself in myself. Got into The driver's seat, and I can speak from experience when I tell ya It's a real thin line in between success and failure Heaven and Hell are rarely seen and described for the living Either you get on with it or be imprisoned by the constant thoughts The kind of talk that make you doubt your purpose They only see your surface. If you believe your worth is Less or greater, let ‘em make you buy into it, there's your fate, ‘cause You are who determines who you will be. Not him or me You see that car I was driving around in when I was drinking Was really to get me thinking how this could end in a blink And when my eyes opened—the cries choking back the pain— How can I explain how that's a gain, except for saying “Take two listens and call me when you get it I'll write you another one that's more potent if you don't feel it. But you will.” [Hook] And I meant it just for you… For when you need some words that are words that you listen to Or when you need ‘em to give, just distribute… These few…are some that I use to get me through You see, I'm not the same guy that I used to be And if I'm judged by the past, then I'll be glad to say that I can look at yesterday's sorrows and see tomorrow Borrow lessons I learned, and turn ‘em into my future [3] I'm not so certain that I even got the choice to press Play I found myself by myself, told myself this discovery was monumental Because there were no subjects similarly stenciled Just me, and as long as I used pencil to craft my story I could go back and erase the parts I didn't like; I could fill in the spaces where I didn't write; I could shade the pages or dim the lights where I deemed appropriate Because I was in control I didn't start the game Didn't have to blow in a cartridge To un-glitch it. I just had to “get with it.” No series of switches or configuration of keystrokes Gave me hope of one day winning And I'm not even certain that I chose to press Play I found myself by myself, told myself this discovery was monumental Because there were no subjects similarly stenciled Just me, and as long as I used pencil to craft my story I could go back and erase the parts I didn't like; I could fill in the spaces where I didn't write; I could shade the pages or dim the lights where I deemed appropriate Because I was in control [Hook] And I meant it just for you… For when you need some words that are words that you listen to Or when you need ‘em to give, just distribute… These few…are some that I use to get me through You see, I'm not the same guy that I used to be And if I'm judged by the past, then I'll be glad to say that I can look at yesterday's sorrows and see tomorrow Borrow lessons I learned, and turn ‘em into my future.”