A LA CARTE Quadeca & brakence

[Intro: Quadeca]
My favorite poem was the one I read to you
From the teleprompter on the tongue of my shoe
My flashbacks are a touch more resolute
Declaring thumb wars in the pocket of my suit

[Chorus: Quadeca]
Take it, take it all down, take me all apart
You can have my tongue, just promise you'll take it à la carte, yeah
Take it all, just don't take it all to heart
Thank God we turned the lights off, thank God, uh
Take it, uh, take me all apart
You can have my tongue, just promise you'll take it à la cartе
Take it all, just don't take it all to heart
Thank God wе turned the lights off, thank God

[Post-Chorus: Quadeca]
Uh, uh, and what I never knew (Yeah, yeah)
I'd rather be inside my head than you (Yeah, yeah)
How many times? Well I couldn't count (Uh, uh, uh)
'Cause it gets so deep and it goes so deep, I'm never pulling out

[Verse 1: Quadeca]
NYC, on a red eye free
'Cause they wanna take this and that
LLC, for the next LP
And I'm never gonna give it back
Sleep-deprived on my return flight
Fixated 'bout my hold on you
I don't usually care for the doom in the air
But it's feeling kinda overdue, yeah