[Intro: YUNGMORPHEUS]
I put the pages aside, scrap the pages aside
I put the pages aside, scrap the pages aside
[Verse 1: YUNGMORPHEUS]
Scrap the pages, most shit depend on how you looking at it
Bent and broke most of the rules in this game we playing hooks and ladders
Like to switch the pocket these days, some shit be too conventional
Lil Ceasar got the juice, your partners probably gone move against you
All for nothing, nigga lost his life cuz they caught him bluffin
Lost percussion
Some shit I don’t be peeping, I’m often bluntin
Press play I give y'all the [?] from the half mark
Could tell where I was at by reading through my past thoughts
Tapping on the brain for new phrases gave em headaches
I used to treat the verse like a dissertation
He was ghost playing some long games tryna get the paper
Had a couple schemes that had fell through a nigga hands
Heart bleeding, stress got my hairline receding
Stole from the wrong niggas and ended up dead by the weekend
Young and spiteful burning L’s by the precincts
She asked if she could have it and I told her yeah
Spread em both wide open baby, hold it there
I had broken some hearts over some years
A nigga used to speak with angst, now he speak with power
I’m tryna make the most of each my hours
Long route taken on that bumpy road to feed the cowards
He let his qualms ride out through that speakerbox
Long route taken on that bumpy road to feed cowards
He let his qualms ride out through that speakerbox
I put the pages aside, scrap the pages aside
I put the pages aside, scrap the pages aside
[Verse 1: YUNGMORPHEUS]
Scrap the pages, most shit depend on how you looking at it
Bent and broke most of the rules in this game we playing hooks and ladders
Like to switch the pocket these days, some shit be too conventional
Lil Ceasar got the juice, your partners probably gone move against you
All for nothing, nigga lost his life cuz they caught him bluffin
Lost percussion
Some shit I don’t be peeping, I’m often bluntin
Press play I give y'all the [?] from the half mark
Could tell where I was at by reading through my past thoughts
Tapping on the brain for new phrases gave em headaches
I used to treat the verse like a dissertation
He was ghost playing some long games tryna get the paper
Had a couple schemes that had fell through a nigga hands
Heart bleeding, stress got my hairline receding
Stole from the wrong niggas and ended up dead by the weekend
Young and spiteful burning L’s by the precincts
She asked if she could have it and I told her yeah
Spread em both wide open baby, hold it there
I had broken some hearts over some years
A nigga used to speak with angst, now he speak with power
I’m tryna make the most of each my hours
Long route taken on that bumpy road to feed the cowards
He let his qualms ride out through that speakerbox
Long route taken on that bumpy road to feed cowards
He let his qualms ride out through that speakerbox
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