I got your back, I got your back
I got your back, I got your back
You got my back Let's keep it real like that
I broke the habit of doing illegal stimulants
But wait a minute does legality differentiate my prescriptions
I miss my mind state but I lost it in oh eight
But I lost myself and turned a corner into somebody I hate
I lost in oh four like oh lord I want to die
But I packed up, came back and won in oh five so
Go back and go get it you lost but you still forget it
I'm picking up where I left it remembering where I'm headed
Headed, I'm headed to heaven or hell
Depending on things that I dwell
Seeing me sink, seeing me think
Seeing me overthink, seeing me kill
We both gone end up dead soon
Look for me in the bedroom
She said go back and get it and this is the fucking way she meant it
Robbed my mind and body I'm taking it back to probably
Only one know about me the only one that could stop me
The one that was straight forgotten
I left myself at the bottom, I didn't think I would need him
And didn't give me a fuck about him
Lost feeling, feeling someone was real
She ain't evil but she definitely isn't the real deal
I'm the hashtag best, I'm hashtag blessed
I don't give a damn you could hashtag this
Now what age of energy, Sample could I sever thee
I could make a symphony from just a single measure please
Episodic memory so remember me
Do you remember December of twenty fourteen
That's my mental state Neuro degenerate
But still I got to venerate rhyme science particulates
What
Axiomatic, ex romantic, until I vanish
Making rhymes flow easy like it's Spanish
I pointed out my vantage and managed to leave the planet
A mental mechanic challenge to languidly disadvantaged
Seattle never slept on me kind of like insomniacs
Legalized the chronic now we need to see
Like D two made America fly again getting high again
Leviathan swimming in puddles sweating from the niacin
Lyrically I'm a mystery you could clearly see
Heather was getting severed from ninety three til infinity
I'm embodying Somadhi, Korean karate
Cigarettes, crushed poppies, you'll never stop me
Been thinking that nothing is really as ever as hard as it really may seem
I finally rivaled anxiety now that I'm coming up for all my dreams
Living it well, living in hell
Living inside of a screen of a cell and I'm telling them welcome to heaven or hell
In the age of Intel you're about to be killed
Nobody ever come back to life y'all need to practice right
I could rock with half a mic to crowds I don't even have to like
I'm swinging heavy handed betting I'm steady slamming
I'm slaying the dragon, I'm bringing them luck instead of Peyton Manning
Yo I ain't no amateur clutching on empty canisters
Hulk smash Bruce Banner and toss him right off the banister
Investigator premeditated
My style's out dated still I wouldn't underestimate it
Blast from the past had the track to resuscitate it
Educate it, I quit the game and leave it devastated
I got your back, I got your back
I got your back, You got my back
Let's keep it real like that
I got your back, I got your back
I got your back, You got my back
Let's keep it real like that
