giving you the bitter truth

[Verse 1: Departure]
I'm high, I ain't never coming down, look at how I move a crowd
And watch you fall off the stage like a bitter drunk
It ain't figurative to me, we all pretty young things
But I still got the better stats, man, who'd have thunk?
John Taggart with a Pastorelle, the eyes glazed over
It's all over your breath as you pass it off so cavalier
Have no fear, the Azimov of rap is here
My magic tears got runs like LeBron on the Cavaliers
Give a fuck about your indie collective
Even though I documented it
Make a clone in a bunch of sloppy seconds
An irascible eighteen that I handpicked
No disrespect to individuals
Just see the ground zero and it's pitiful
The untidy suicides of your degenerate children
Shiny coats of liner primed, covered by mildew
Dead baby blood stains, covers, coats the Ferrari
And nobody ever knows I'm the one that killed you
Bump it to the top, boost your own statistics
A new moment of silence for failure of a soundtrack
Guts splatter the pavement, I was bored and spazzed in
I came 100% all the time and I still do

[Chorus: Departure]
Taking puffs like [?] in the cut (Right)
We in the cut smoking thousand dollar blunts (Ayo)
Say love, the southside getting it
'Cause the weed so intricate that east coast hitting shit
Taking puffs like [?] in the cut (Right)
We in the cut smoking thousand dollar blunts (Ayo)
Say love, the southside getting it
'Cause the weed so intricate that east coast hitting shit

As I walk with a pep like Van Dyke
I'm a veteran looking at you motherfuckers I'm nothing like
Ain't that right, y'all promotion is propagandizing
Got a moral code, no way you can catch me standing behind it
And if we suppose that history repeats
Th only place you'll find me's bumping beats on the Austin streets
I got a homeboy that'll carry the weed
An ostrich in the sand, bury your head and your feet
I should really charge more for a feat
If you a bum, I'll double the price and that's guaranteed
It ain't greed when you broke
Pass the loud and take a toke
'Cause we all bleeding hearts looking for something to feed on
You a bitch barking up the wrong tree, dog
Got 50 heads clearing your top, that we agree upon
Don't need 3 drafts to get my leashes and my keys off
Addict the way I need to write, I'll rip my fucking sleeves off
You said it yourself, you're not hip hop
At least when I flip flop, I'm making sure my shit's hot
Don't get rocked when I come through, mosh, stomp and crowd kill
No more numbers on a screen, that crowd was all real
Ultimately this shit stems from bitter youth
So I had to come out and give y'all bitches the bitter truth

[Chorus: Departure]
Taking puffs like [?] in the cut (Right)
We in the cut smoking thousand dollar blunts (Ayo)
Say love, the southside getting it
'Cause the weed so intricate that east coast hitting shit
Taking puffs like [?] in the cut (Right)
We in the cut smoking thousand dollar blunts (Ayo)
Say love, the southside getting it
'Cause the weed so intricate that east coast hitting shit