WHEN THE KILLER BEES WERE COMING, I HEADED TOWARD THE SWARMS,
I HAVE YEARNED TO BE HELD IN A BED FULL OF ARMS..
A BED FULL OF ARMS? YOPP...FULLY DETACHED...
FROM PEOPLE PERIOD...I THINK I NO LONGER NEED THAT,
SEE THAT DETACHED ARM...CANT COMPREHEND MY LIES,
NOR SEE MY BULLSHIT...YOU SEE ARMS..DONT HAVE EYES!
NOT EARS TO HEAR..OR A HEART FOR ME TO SCAR,
JUST A SOFT ARM THAT READS DUSEAN DUNBAR IS A STAR!
AND ANOTHER ONE THAT READS..I WILL ALWAYS HOLD YOU...
THESE TATTOED ARMS THAT HOLD ME ARE THE ONES ILL GIVE GOLD TOO...
NOTICE I WANT THESE ARMS...I AINT FUCKING WITH NO SHOES,
BECAUSE LEGS AND FEET WALK AWAY...LEAVE ME WITH NO CLUES.
AN OLD FOOL I AM...I MAKE YOUNG MISTAKES,
TASTED THE TASTE OF LOVE TO THE POINT OF A STOMACH ACHE,
SOME WOULD SAY...FUCK THIS NIGGA! HE SHOULD BE PUNISHED FAKE
PUNK MUTHAFUCKA HE DONE IT..NOW HE SHE GRAB A GUN AND TAKE
HIS OWN LIFE!!!
HE A PILL POPPER? WELL POPPEM BITCH!
"STAND IN FRONT OF US AND SWALLOW THEM AND WE AINT STOPPING SHIT"!
THE PROBLEM IS...THAT I KNOW WHAT THE PROBLEM IS...
AND I AINT SEEN THE DOCTOR WHO COULD PROBABLY PROPERLY SOLVE MY QUIZ...
OR TEST OF LIFE...THAT IM CONSTANTLY FAILING,
BUT WHEN EVERYBODY GETTING F’S I GUESS...WHO AM I TELLING?
WHO THE FUCK AM I ACTUALLY RAPPING AND WRITING TOO?
IN MY MIND, ITS YOU IN MY MIND,
YOU IN MY MIND... ITS YOU.
