Alphabet Intro

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
This probably [?]
Yo, look
Check it

[Verse 1]
Why does everything have to have a deeper meaning
I'm just saying what I'm feeling, it's not enough, it's like I'm dealing
With a fiend, but when I spit this alphabet, I mix my Ps and Qs
So please excuse me being rude if I don't feel like pleasing you
A ten hour shift and now I forget the lyrics I thought of
I should've tried to right 'em down, they could've been pretty damn awesome
I guess I'm just getting too caught up in tryna design a new image or product
It's just a facade, always felt like a fraud in a part of my life but that part is forgotten
I wanna be the thoughts that all come into mind and see what happens without a design
Every once in a while, it's okay to release a belief or a piece of the peace to unwind
It's the piece of the pie, infinite only, we're driven to strive, if you can decide
On a direction for the inception or even a sense of a reason why
Yeah, why

[Verse 2]
Why I set my clock back, looking for the proof
That it was worth the time and effort and all I've put into this booth
You this couldn't, wouldn't true, don't make me bad or not, it's asinine
How can I stop being what I've been for about half my life
I didn't decide, I took a ride like it was a vitamin
Every day that I wake up, I feel this vibe again, no hiding it
So if you think that I can stop this outpour
Then friendship ain't a thing and I can do without yours
Like ninety percent of my life is just me talking to myself
So if you're going to interrupt it, at least get to know me well
Instead of asking me if I'm lonely, phony, fuck you, burn in hell
I'm only half of what I was, but I can tell it's on the upswing
Had enough rings under my eyes to understand what being fucked means
But I see, whenever I close 'em, that it's got to be building to something
Now I don't know if it's a promise land or a mountain made of junk
Giving a moment to look at the past before I jump, yeah
And now I don't know which is the answers to the questions I want
Or a reason to believe that I perceive the right ones
Ones, one, two, one

[Outro]
It's all just alphabet soup
Twenty six pieces to everything