Texty:
Another Found Self Best Thing

called it just rang and rang You ain't pick up but your phone accidentally called me back And I heard the whole thing I heard the whole thing, whole thing, whole thing

life is lost, somebody tricked off And the killer was caught so now his life's his cost You might get caught so to make a move These motherfuckers is petrified All the best

for a couple of years My college career got downed with a couple of beers Came back home, now I gotta pay back loans Same nigga, same block, same shit they own Only thing

will never be found, because it would mean you would become totally enlighted, lonely and independent of everybody. So what would then be the meaning of life? When life is the one and only thing

playin' with the pieces that got messed up get dressed up, we goin' out to catch the best buzz Self-medicated, spirit on elevated Help take the self-made self

it // Properly funded corporations Carbon-dated his latest creations // To extract the information, they found it utterly amazing // They claimed the body of his work was the same thing

We go make another gold LP nigga stop trippin nigga Nigga we own a gold LP, nigga stop trippin! Verse Two By the time I hit adolescence and found

you know? What did you care? Another token tantrum to cover up the fear. What did you know? What did you care? Another institution, another cross to

playin' with the pieces that got messed up get dressed up, we goin' out to catch the best buzz Self-medicated, spirit on elevated Help take the self-made self