[Hook]
I went to bed at midnight
And the clock said 1, 2, 3...
Go 'head and close your eyelids
And then tell me what you see
Cause every word that comes through me
It was born in a nightmare
[Verse 1]
I met some old friends recently
They on a whole new frequency
I made some new friends the other day
But they was talking 'bout colorways
You can't rock clothes like Kanye
Then go home with frozen entrees
Yo, Give me food truck tacos
Heavy sour-cream, no cilantro
Rap's all post-modern
A bunch of style authors but no fathers
I stay familiar with my lineage
And spend a lot of time defending it
Yeah, I think I would've made a great panther
I used to be a break dancer
And I used to smoke a pack a day
But I got scared of the face cancer
I pray to god like Esther Rolle
That I'll be blessed with some breath control
I went to bed at midnight
And the clock said 1, 2, 3...
Go 'head and close your eyelids
And then tell me what you see
Cause every word that comes through me
It was born in a nightmare
[Verse 1]
I met some old friends recently
They on a whole new frequency
I made some new friends the other day
But they was talking 'bout colorways
You can't rock clothes like Kanye
Then go home with frozen entrees
Yo, Give me food truck tacos
Heavy sour-cream, no cilantro
Rap's all post-modern
A bunch of style authors but no fathers
I stay familiar with my lineage
And spend a lot of time defending it
Yeah, I think I would've made a great panther
I used to be a break dancer
And I used to smoke a pack a day
But I got scared of the face cancer
I pray to god like Esther Rolle
That I'll be blessed with some breath control
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