Practice

Do you think i’m just a player who’ll only waste your time
I’m over all that bullshit to manipulate your mind

For the most part, i’m Mozart with this art
Minus the ability to write a symphony, well
Maybe with melody, i’m blessed with the curse
But better believe that i’ll be singing in the hearse
What hurts? a little but
I cauterize the rest with a pad and pen
I got out of this mess, i’ll claw out again
And wake up the next morning with a little grin
That’s all i need, not the jesus pieces
I find more release in a random conversation (hi)
Better to find peace and ease
When debris ain't eating up the whole nation
There’s gotta be a way out or way in
Yo i’ve been saying from the start
But every time i’m on the way out i think again
About what it really means to be living in the dark
I don’t know but i indulge myself with those
Who have a differed story than i
Practice the masterplan to survive
Even though this mother lover can’t stop asking why
Practice?
Let’s try a new scheme we might hate at first
But when it catches the dream…tell me if it worked
Never base you in the wrong theme
Never sign you on the wrong team, never

CHORUS