Greetings (feat. Super Smack)

Wake up to fake love and pay stubs That ain't what you're made of I'm sending a greeting from the belly of the beast every morning Tell me each of your fears in descending order of least importance Leaving portraits of portions of years broken left in storage Teaching courses in the art of morphing emotions to endorphins Gorging on sunshine, first time in more than ever it's gorgeous Sorta people who thought I wasn't worth time can go and leave orbit Shouts to those who been supporting, I'm giving back disproportionate But know that when it matters, I'll stand on your behalf insubordinate Contortionist how my inner thoughts twist around my self-coordinates Holding pressure, wrapping wounds, I'm acting as my own tourniquet Tournament ready marching madly towards the new coordinates Real work's never performative, check me if I'm not shattering ornaments Been a minute since I wore them seven and three-quarter fitteds And no more them cheddar beef patty lunches from the corner store limits But I know my dad be post-mortem grinning with lolo reborn infinite My last name means rocky road so I'm sworn to live it Wake up, wake up Say what you're made up Wake up, wake up Wake up, wake up