[Verse 1: Saba]
I don't tell the truth so y'all will feel sorry for me
I don't write this shit so y'all will feel God coming
I don't get down like that
Wrote the amount of raps just on a mission to find something
Calligraphy
Needed to feel, move to the beat of my drum
I don't mean kick and the snare
We cannot bury all of the fucked-up shit that we been through
While God keeping us here
We be aware, but only timing will tell
When you will find all your letters
Calligraphy
[Chorus: Saba]
Write it away, write it away
I just got tired of running away, running away
Everyone leaving, I write 'em away, write 'em away
Calligraphy
Write it away, write it away
I just got tired of running away, running away
Everyone leaving, I write 'em away, write 'em away
Calligraphy
[Verse 2: Saba]
I'm not mad at God, I just can't get out of bed
My best friend obituary really hang on my wall, by the dresser
I'm tryna see it a life lesson
No time for mourning on my schedule, I seem to write less
Calligraphy, yeah
Reading the signs like I'm a highway driver, I just hit blasé-blase
Hieroglyphic, I see the wall that they writing
I build a wall up in my head
Autopilot, what it felt like I was on, I sent the word out, flying
Calligraphy
I don't tell the truth so y'all will feel sorry for me
I don't write this shit so y'all will feel God coming
I don't get down like that
Wrote the amount of raps just on a mission to find something
Calligraphy
Needed to feel, move to the beat of my drum
I don't mean kick and the snare
We cannot bury all of the fucked-up shit that we been through
While God keeping us here
We be aware, but only timing will tell
When you will find all your letters
Calligraphy
[Chorus: Saba]
Write it away, write it away
I just got tired of running away, running away
Everyone leaving, I write 'em away, write 'em away
Calligraphy
Write it away, write it away
I just got tired of running away, running away
Everyone leaving, I write 'em away, write 'em away
Calligraphy
[Verse 2: Saba]
I'm not mad at God, I just can't get out of bed
My best friend obituary really hang on my wall, by the dresser
I'm tryna see it a life lesson
No time for mourning on my schedule, I seem to write less
Calligraphy, yeah
Reading the signs like I'm a highway driver, I just hit blasé-blase
Hieroglyphic, I see the wall that they writing
I build a wall up in my head
Autopilot, what it felt like I was on, I sent the word out, flying
Calligraphy
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