Facing It

(Wait, yo, yo, bitch, yo)

Yo, that's that shit

Dealing with my problems, took a couple of hits

Yeah, I'm dodging all the drama but the trauma insists

Now I'm farming up my karma so my character sick

Had trouble making friends back in my adolescence

Weird awkward kid, had zero direction

Never been grown, left for incubation

Sick of being lonely so he made his own creations

Never been the one to sit around acting patient

Had to do this shit right now to catch the train, chasing, chasing

Had some problems, now I'm FACING IT, FACING IT

Used to smoke weed like FACING IT, FACING IT

I've been strategizing, going Tuco on the logo fonts

Women write about me in the footnotes of their photoblogs

Wringing out the masters I've been focused on since OTACON

Quiet with the motor, I'm a solo-dolo autobahn

Flying out the solar, have a dance before she take it off

Prying through the folders I've been handed to by greats and gods

And the GOATs too, Triple tell 'em bring the herd through

Pen hurt me, it don't hurt you

Got her like, "alright, alright, alright, alright"

Question my decisions like it ever was my choice

Sweated my intentions in the weather, I enjoyed it

It feathered out the artifacts and parried out the noise

Too tethered to your starter pack, stereo my voice

You Perkio and I'm the voice

Diagnose me like you Freudian and, baby, I'm annoyed (facts)

Many hundred years ago, she played me like a toy (facts)

Twenty-something years ago, a baby, it's a boy

Maybe got some years to go but got too much to do

Tossed him in the melting pot and then he made some soup

(God damn)