This ain't just another catchy tune/ music written about you, or to you/ This is more than just "at you" or "for you"; it's through you. O collapse in a stack of ash, graspin' at any untapped syntax for "adore you"//// My passion paved a path, piecemeal. Chicken-scratch reveals . this is just "rap" without you. Badass with a pad and a pen, God would've just laughed if I said I wasn't, that doesn't mean your love (I love it!) doen't count, too//// This isn't a tome of resentments, upsets and regrets-- this is St-st-Steven's speech impediment (yes, kids!)Spin my spirit at 75 rpm continuous/ army-of-men insignia/ call me a simp? (Ridiculous!)//// Chameleon/ a million hues and foundations and nudes/ Sold into slavery in trays for outrageous wages/ and salacious corporations up what you pay in with dupes/ Am I still blushin'? No, that ain't the blood rushin' you rube////

HOOK:

Sorry for every night where I was wilin' out, goin' off

I was just trying to show off

Smiling now? No I'm not

No I'm not claiming this as solution, but my muse through all calls amusement to candy-wrapped views of what we know as "nuisance"; these "Lutherans" live through unique views and...

...This isn't that this is music about you.

This is that, this isn't music without you <3

V2: Dreamt a muhfucker held me at gunpoint and asked if I thought God was real/ Told him in the most polite way he should have cocks for meals. I said "If you're an atheist, you should pop off, for real. You'll be a believer by the time the first shot will heal"//// He cocked, cocky, and acted, but martyr ME? I'll pass. *tick-tock* nd his optics revealed: clot and congeal, en masse. The Father his damn self entered from the dimension adjacent where man's images scrimmages next to God's face//// It's not for nothing he partnered us up/ no you're not for my crutch, but we DOMINATE "clutch"// I can survive if the virus is "love's lonely"/ but what I can't surmise is why He tires us/ fire's only//// a glimpse into the infinite/ chimps invented the wheel/ man could steal sin and reveal himself as kin to it/ I vampirize a map of lies/ fantasize her ass and thighs until I stiff as a brisk Inuit/ then you would apply////

Sorry for making your life harder, I have this heart for you; now it's a prop/ If I were you I'd drop it, too/ often too weather-beaten/ it's rotten through like the apple that damned the crop//// I'm committed in a way that would make your days brighter/ if I could set fire towards mistakes I'd fly towards// He works in mysterious ways/ Don't wanna hear you say "never" when you know it's what the fuck I rhyme for////