here's a napkin, wipe your face

I watched the family plant roses My non existent Patek watch wasn't frozen In the basement I found all these sounds and I stole em The chosen One thing I have to do before I dip is fucking roll it We both understood our assignments like coaching She going through the motions Life is what you make it like so hold your horses for the moment Contemporary dance across this slate of isolation toting Put the record on the table needle stabs steady approaching Sometimes I wonder when the times all up Live from right here right now stuck Ain't got a problem with it jump Who you talking to the sun Don't wanna talk to you my bruh I don't think you hear me huh Heavy out the heart I took the bat and then I swung from home We was so concealed inside ourselves confused stressed out alone I had built up anger from the football field and golfing strong Inside of temple it ain't golden cracks inside the walls Weighing extra on my daily rhythm so my beats is hard It be late at night I fight myself I'm extra tired god Confided in a space in which I creep to fight my ego off Denim four sizes too big momma like we can see your draws Got the O's that hold them up I swear we running marathons Til' the break of dawn Thick bitch chest King Kong Forbidden Ramadan But don't forget about the feelings in the paste tense Theres method to the madness The devil lurks in fragments and your personal address Because the door was open Reporting live from right now, right here just in It ain't question There's spaces in between the lettering If your finding that unsettling Then here's a napkin Tell you I don't give a f*ck go wipe your face you cabbage patch kid