First Light

[Verse 1: P-Tree]
Sun up
The light glow
I might throw up
Fuck
Tug the maestro
Psych
I’m the psycho
Who’s writing
The tight flow
And with my own mic
I’m striking
While the iron’s hot
Less motivated cause the pot
Someday I’d like to stop
But for now I’m not
I’m caught up in a knot
From having naught
But if this was my last thought
I had a lot
Actually
Gradually getting better
At these rhapsodies
Went from writing letters
To tragedies
But with every faculty
I have left
I have to have the last laugh
Funny thing is you can’t graph that
But most people can grasp that
You feel flat when you feel bad
And when you feel sad
Just gotta feel that
Until you ready to
Open up that steel trap
And deal with facts
Ain’t appealing
Or attractive
But don’t let it hold you captive
Gotta steer
Be your own captain
And fear can make you cap size
Gotta be adaptive
Even when the waves massive
Especially then actually
Retroactive
Ain’t an option
When you on your last whim
You’re gonna get tackled
Better be ready for it
Six millions ways
To be betting you’re impervious
With no courtesy kick
Just the bucket
You wanna come and get that
Unlucky
I’m just tryna
Get these fucking five
Strings plucking
And if I keep sucking
That’s the way it’s gonna be
Till they’re bugging me
Asking me to play that
Get a little bass man
But with no paycheck
I’ll be happily free
Just for my family

[Outro: Wilunki]
Treat me right
Don't treat me wrong
There's a light
In all my songs
Treat me right
Don't treat me wrong
There's a light
In all my songs