I come in with a dream of her confidence And drown in her stream of conciseness Hiding in the trenches with Harold and Kumar I got the dench ish it's not a rumor She says I'm just a pretentious tumor You just haven't got my sense of humor Young black male but from the archetype Still wouldn't hesitate to embark on some next hype Heed my words you lot need to listen I plan to fill my night with needless hedonism But we all know that time waits for no man Wight of the world on our shoulders you can't stand From outside your together inside it's dead Can't always hold what you got The clocks go tick tock Left for a will smith lookalike called Alfred Guess all she wanted was some hitch-co*k It's never the end simply where the lessons start All my goodbyes cone with a question mark Its k**ing me hate coraseing through my vains I want it back but of course it's all in vain Isaac' says chin up just stay scheming Expect 3rd degrees when you lay with demons