I hope you'll find some peace of mind in this lifetime. Tell them. Tell them the truth. I hope you'll find some paradise. Tell them the truth. Tell them. Tell them. Tell them. Tell them you're... I've been going through something. 1,855 days. I've been going through something. Be afraid. What is a bitch in a miniskirt? A man and his feelings with bitterness. What is a woman that really hurt? A demon you better all kill in her. What is a relative making repetitive narratives on how you did it first? That is a predator in reverse. All of your presidency with thirst. What is a neighborhood reputable? That is a snitch on a pedestal. What is a house with a better view? A family broken in variables. What is a rapper with jewelry? A way that I show my maturity. What if I call on security? That mean I'm calling on God for purity. I wanna get me a therapist. I can debate on my theories and sharing it. Consolidate all my comparisons. Humbling up because time was imperative. Started to feel like it's only one answer to everything. I don't know where it is. Popping a bottle of Claritin. Is it my head or my abacus? Shaking and moving like what am I doing? I'm flipping my time through the Rolodex. Indulging myself in my life and my music. The world that I'm in is a cul-de-sac. The world that we in is just menacing. The demons portray the religionist. I'm waking up one and another appointment. I hope the psychologist listening. The new Mercedes with black G-Wagon away from. It was all for rap. I was 28 years young. 20 million tax. Bought a couple of mansions. Chef for practice. 500 in jewelry. Chain was magic. Never had it in public. Late reaction. 50K to cousins. Post a caption. Pray none of my enemies hold me captive. I grieve different. I grieve different. I met her on the third night of Chicago. North America tour. My eye glowed. Fee-fi-fo-fum. She was a model. Dedicated to the songs I wrote in the Bible. Eyes like green. Penetrating the moon. Like hair done in a bun. Energy in the room. Like Big Bang for theory. God hoping you hear me. Phone off the ring. To tell the world I'm busy. Fair enough. Green eyes. Said her mother didn't care enough. Sympathized when her daddy in the chain gang. Her first brother got killed. He was 21. I was nine when they put Lamont in the grave. Heartbroken when I staled and said goodbye. Chad left his body after we FaceTimed. Green eyes said you'll be okay. First tour sex to pay the way. I grieve different. I grieve different. Fum. The new Mercedes with black G wagging away from. It was all for rap. I was 28 years young. 20 million in tax. Bought a couple of mansions. Chef for practice. 500 in jewelry. Chain was magic. Never had it in public. Late reaction. 50K to cousins. Post a caption. Pray none of my enemies hold me captive. So what? Paralyzed. The county building controlled us. I bought a Rolex watch. I only wore it once. I bought affinity pools I never swamped in. I watched Keane buy four cars in four months. You know the family dynamics on repeat. The insecurities locked down on PC. I bought a 223. Nobody please treat. You won't do do me. I smell TNT. Dave got him a Porsche so I got me a Porsche. Paid lottery for it. I ain't one of them poor shans. Poverty was the case. But the money wiping the tears away. I dream different. Everybody dreams different. Everybody dreams different. I dream different. I dream different.