so strung out
you played me like a guitar
left me in the shadows
plucked my strings until i popped
it’s all the same stories at night
“i wish we were homies that play fight”
rough house til AM i might
then treat me like birds to a kite
i don’t understand
used to be the kid who spoke his mind
always full of life
never apologized for shit
(that’s a lie)
papa raised me well into a god
my queerness no facade
treat me well or let it die
it’s all the same stories at night
“i raised you for manhood”
more or less i’m still alright
i’m still the same from 405
knock me down and i’m still gon fly
yuh yuh yuh
i used to care what people thought
i’m still undercover tough
you niggas stay actin up
touché on my fuckin bluff
i hurt less when you don’t touch
me there like a fuckin doll
i kept my peace but it’s still unfair
i’ve had enough
contrast in my personality
i’ve been losing hella sleep
you still got the best of me
kept me there til you had to leave
god wrote to me
or was it psyche?
shadow damage
nigga don’t remind me
it’s all the same
nothing’s ever changed
repetition endless
you were never around
i was just convenient
mouth upon your skin
“it’s a one time thing”
i ain’t seen you since
i thought we was friends
(we weren’t that familiar)
i thought we was friends.
(we weren’t that familiar)
sing, sing my tongue
bless my zenith with your message
go beyond intuition
‘cause human diction’s overwhelming
sing, sing, sing my tongue
spread my wings amongst the clouds
are you happy now?
cherubim lost
can’t handle more losses
i am not god
(i cannot
i cannot wait for you)