Lyrics LUCID. - TECHNICIAN.

We got the money in the vault in a dream that's been staying lucid
Tied my noose months ago, honestly, forgot to use it
Cut out the toxins, wear my weight up on my sleeve
Focus so hard on mentality
Honestly
I don't breathe
But my mental up
I mean, fuck, i made the beat
Count months, tape up the map of floor, cook up what i dish
All so my family can eat
Read the Quaran, proof of my prayer, repent for the lives that i failed to lead
Look at me right where i see, i would kill a man for my seed
I'm a bitter man, so please heed
Watch me spill my guts for the C
I'm a clutz, so close the clubs, and prevent me from poppin E
I might pop a knee, right when i read, how y'all conspiring me
Vowed my life for the same folk who would kill me for some all gleam

I can dream
Ughhhh
If vanity killed, most of y'all would be dead to me
Ugh
Y'all live for the past i'm alive for the better me
Y'all live for the past that's why y'all not ahead of me
Y'all know it's me, when i write it, i put my soul on the page
Not afraid to cry in public, truth ain't defined to an age
Unless the age is my age, of which this age is now mine
I manifest on the paper, i put my live in these lines
Yall inject lies in your minds
This is your brain
And this is your brain as it fries free on the electrical line
Kill your own mom for a dime
And flip the rock you buy with the dime to your dad for 2 more
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