Face to Face Kooma & Veela

[Verse 1]
I'm a don when it comes to respecting myself
I keep the dust off of each little thing on the shelf
I've got a seashell, plucked from the ocean too soon
I got a wolf figurine, howlin' up at the moon
I got a cactus, in a cup full of dirt
If I fuck wit' it too much, guaranteed I'll get hurt
It innocently has spines do you think that it knows
That it'll never be loved on or be held close
It doesn't matter, it's just a fuckin' plant right
Just give it some water and place it in the light
There's an instruction booklet that I received as a token
It's from the local garden center
Across the street that just opened
It's overpriced, but they sell all kinds of cactus stuff
Guess I never should have looked up cactuses last month
This cookie'll follow me 'til I'm in the grave
Or 'til my mic gets a kick out of something else that I say

[Chorus]
I should really get to know me
There's a lot I have to say
That I don't have access to
If I was facin' me
Would I know how to hear
Her words that are mine too?
I hate you