Dues

[Shoutout 1]

[Verse 1]
A1 since day one
That's my pops
The successor is A2
What it do; kick rocks
I wanna give only shoutouts for this final cut
The primary objective is to not take anything I say up the rear
But let me make things perfectly clear
Though I vent over this medium, face-to-face is what I adhere
So next time I start a private Snapchat conversation
Putting it on another's story is a lose-lose situation
That's why y'all ain't got no crew, no love on the weekend
And during Monday thru Friday, our schedules won't be freein up
Things are about to go down on this track
So lastly, I'm gonna need about $5 back
That's chump change for me to arrange some Taco Bell
A plus one for me and a sweet Southern belle
That won't spend so much time looking down at her phone
And will spend a lot more time minding the danger zones
Of communication; these situations are based on real-life events
That could've gotten way worse if it wasn't for Seth
And Doug, and Rosten, and Devin, and Cruzen, you're losin
My attention's direction, it's taking a brusin
U-turn to the greener grassy side of the fence
Shoutout to all my professors who keep my writing correct
But politically speaking, I ain't no chump
That would be caught dead on Twitter trending Donald Trump
Whoa!

[Shoutout 2]

[Verse 2]
Here's an abstract:
Mindless; autopilot
Finds us doing the
Routine, the obscure
The obscene
Loving the unknown
The amount of variables
Put into this equation
Writing has gotten sharper over time
And sloppier all the while
What an occasion to be reading
And not hearing
Vicariously living through this writing, experienc-ing
Faint brightness in the evening skies
Merely perceived to be something
By human eyes;
Imagination is stationed
By way of mortal nature
Afterthought so
Penultimate, lasting the thought that the pen
Is mightier than the sword
But it only comes in second place
Because you all don't listen anyway
It's just the last bit you hear
Out the other ear. Mindless; autopilot
Consciousness is a flickering light
This time of night

[Hook] - x2
Trynna catch some z's
But not before some g's
Everything looks better
In Monopoly money

[Musing]

[Verse 3]
Every time I see an old flame, I just wanna start a fire
Using kindling from old memories and still-burning desire
As a pyromaniac, this happened much of late
Which is why this massive project was barely finished to date
So I must give credit where credit is due
Now to deal with repercussions of 21 and under A2
And even though some of you believe y'all got nothing to do
Oh you best believe in everything that this song is for you

22; ten golden Octobin'