Game Over

[Intro]
Uh—yeah…
Uh—

[Verse]
Sitting back, watching my dreams turn to reality
All my self-deprecation done turned into vacations
And shameful events that done shaped my life
Like it’s claymation
Envision Gromit shaking his head
With all of my homies
And all of my niggas
And all of them homegirls
That were in the picture
I’m not talking exes
I’m more talking women
That I had just texted
To ask for a couple of things that I shouldn’t mention
I consented to things I probably shouldn’t have
Not talking visuals
More so residual energy—meta-physical
A couple relationships
That weren’t based off of principles
A couple mistaken figments
Of realism mixed with
The tainted imagination of pure wisdom
A Wonka Bar, a rare occurrence
I dare you to try to find another me if you’re searching
I dare you to try to find another me here in person
Something different to you?

[Chorus]
Should I entertain?
Should I entertain?
Do you find all my intelligence intimidating
Should I entertain—
Should I entertain—
All these questions that you serve up
‘Bout whether I feel grounded
Or if I accept my purpose—damn
Should I entertain?
Should I entertain?

[Skit: Kain Carter]
I feel like I'm falling off of a cliff, right? I feel like I fell off of a cliff and the further I fall—the darker shit gets—the more quiet shit gets. But it’s like—the darkness and the silence—isn’t what’s bothering me. It’s not hitting the bottom. Not hitting the bottom is what’s fucking with me because at least if I hit a bottom, then I can stand up and go, “Oh okay, well that’s—that’s how far I gotta climb to get back to the top of the cliff!” But when you just fall—when you just fall and you just fall and you just fall—it’s like, “When does it end?” And then that rational part of my mind tells me that it doesn’t end. It doesn’t end. There is no bottom when you fall off of fucking cliffs. You just gotta reach out and grab a rock. You gotta grab a rock and you gotta stop your own self from falling. And I’m trying to grab a rock. I’m trying so fucking hard to grab a rock yo. And that’s what life is. Life is hard. Life is simple—but it’s hard…

[Chorus]
Should I entertain?
Should I entertain?
Do you find all my intelligence intimidating?
Should I entertain—
Should I entertain—
All these questions that you serve up
‘Bout whether I feel grounded
Or if I accept my purpose—damn
Should I entertain?
Should I entertain?