/fuck rap play jazz
bring boom bap back
whatever u do
never come wack
/we come into day
and dive in the grave
it jump of 
the page
a memory made

[0:22]
/ i always felt like performing was my first love
showing off my rap skill
to anybody who hassled
and maybe if i could impress em
they’ll give me daps more
an underground king in the class store
thats facts for em
/had my music playing
passing earphones
my shit do make an impact
efforlessly sing syntax
hot shit it melt wax
watch em respond a react
i get hype and
prepare that pon the playback
we bout to stay up
late with no paycheck
/ i do say grace and aim to be basic
bare bones
buddy i was born now my body owes me
i force em into remission
after a brief intemission
personally plot twistin
timeline shift bitches when its re-written
fuckin simpleton bars
with middle men scars
finish this part
im finished with ya’ll
i’m givin this all
triggrin’ ya’ll
finish this now
got money to count
while i sit on the couch
i figure this out
and sing to myself


[1:29]
i always felt that performing was my first love
rhymin’ in my pajamas
for my dad brother and momma
and even when i got my first job
i was tellin all them fools around me
that i was bout to be bubblin’
/ said we loved him but them
lyrics troubling
he might be funny
wish he stood for something

Homie saw from where i’z coming
Said we got something in common
book of words past the margin
butter smooth pass the margrine
hit the stu start recording
this that groove i’m enjoyin’

[watchu mean that don’t got weight to u?]
[dis not that flow that u been waitin’ fo?!]

say she feel what im sayin
when im on stage prayin
just waitin for the day
that they gon take this pain from in me
say i know where you coming
i got problems of my own
i blow trees
i say please
put some tricks up my sleeve
have some mercy on me
play my verse on repeat
let it slip in underneath
i got shows
know the road
but my bro
overload
sober jones
what i feel
thc and orange peels
funny how
shit change
yesterday
just flash
take that push
button
float o-be fashion
that old style
damn i miss my pal
 
damn i miss my pal

damn i miss my pal

[2:50]
if he had known me as something other
than dunz with a functional studder
could we have been brothers
mr stauder it’s been an honor
to share that energy that passion
to be utterly legendary
never scared to be present
with presence til the cemetary
/ i’m warry of warnings
skeptical of commentary
holding me back
u taught me to rap
i’m grateful for that
that image is hilarious play with that 
if they want u to comprimise
fuck that fuck that we monetize

fuck rap play jazz
we celebrate
fuck weed fuck pussy
we celibate
when i write my shit
i meditate
fuck death
live life
i’m over it
/fuck rap play jazz
bring boom bap back
whatever u do
never come wack
/we come into day
and dive in the grave
it jump of 
the page
a memory made
3:34

/ fuck this fuck that
we intimate
fuck figurative bliss
we sensitive
got a penny and a playlist
pencil it
so a rap changed ur life
don’t mention it
/fuck rap play jazz
bring boom bap back
whatever u do
never come wack
/we come into day
and dive in the grave
it jump of 
the page
a memory made