​self centered/Twenty-3

[Part I: self centered]

[Intro: Khary]
I am not here to make you understand
I, I, I, I
I am not here to make you understand

[Verse 1: Khary]
Life is as heavy as the luggage that you carry on
It's a really short trip
Do you really need the vanity and hate inside your carry on?
Pressure from society's a bitch
This not a shot of Jäger, but a player feeling very gone
Practicing sobriety's a bitch
Kim Possible, I could die in a sitch
Time is irrelative
This money ain't real, and these people ain't either
Fall in love just to find a way to leave you
Broke your heart, broke your heart, am I evil?
Or did I leave a hole big enough for me to see through
Myself, myself insecure, yes, I am
Kimchi to me, you taste better rotten
The mind can be a home for the lost and forgotten
End up trading oxygen for some OxyContin

[Bridge: Khary]
Do I love myself?
Do I love you? Do I love you?
Do I hate myself?
Isn't this true? Isn't this true?
Lucky me, I'm a winner
Heard you could only find yourself at the center
Got a new girl just to fuck me for the Winter
My heart's colder than I remember (What?), what?

[Verse 2: Khary]
Am I myself? How do I know?
Do I need to be Hugh Hef by Grotto?
Do I need to find false hope in a lotto- ticket?
Doing anything for these model bitches
My mixtape's sounding like Apollo missions
I just know they sleeping on me, hollow tippin'
Is it you or I that determines my existence?
Ball isn't life when you got no pivot
I just wanna ball like the '89 Pistons
Make a mockery in my Moccasins Visvums
Friends that changed, I just couldn't grow with 'em
They don't get 'em
What do I care about? Well, it's hard to say
My niggas smoked more trees than Arbor Day
And me and Mike in the studio every night
Until these fans show up for the matinée
Be humble? Nah, fuck that!
Don't talk drive to a nigga with a bus pass
I'm self-centered, you in-line with my nutsack
Need you to get up off my dick and my nuts back
You drivin' slow when you should've just sped off
Kings don't get haircuts, they get they heads off
Uh, illuminate, we don't be late to the stew
If you really hot make the sun revolve around you

[Interlude 1: Khary]
Do I? Do I? Love myself?
Do I? Do I? Love myself?
Do I? Do I? Love myself?

[Part II: Twenty-3]

[Interlude 2: Khary & ?, both]
Yeah, yeah
Its been a while since last time
You and I
Yeah

[Verse 3: Khary]
Aw shit, I guess these niggas fuckin' with me now
Chris Rock must buy your clothes, you actin' funny-style
Never set vowels, but my vowels are lookin' well in doubt
So no more A O U's, need my money now
Aloe Vera niggas; stay on my slick shit
Leave a rapper blurred, like pixels off in the distance
While y'all tryna ball, I'm the company making benches
We ain't all lost stars, may your ignorance be my riches
Fuck Doctor Doolittle, I ain't really talkin' to bitches
Wasting my time, mine's worth yours, but with some interest
Why you hit me up today? If you gon' hit me up, inflate
So don't fucking hit me up, unless it's pussy on a plate
Straight up, they missin' shots that I laid up
Mr. Black got a instrumental, leaving Beats By Dre'd up
And I stayed up on some nights that I should've slept
But it's been a long time since time was something I kept

[Interlude 3: Khary & ?, both]
Its been a while since (While since)
Last time
You and I
Yeah
Its been a while since (It's been a while)
Last time (Aw, yeah)
You and I
And... go

[Verse 4: Khary]
An old friend just told me I'm self-centered
But when you do you for so long, it's obvious that you're self-centered
Sorry that you're perfect, aha, I'll just let myself finish
Conscious is a prison, apologies are a self-sentence
If this is what I go home to, then why even visit?
I ain't even got a home to go home to
When I'm in my hometown, so really what does home do?
It just feels more like a town that I just don't belong to
When you do it on your own, man, no one owns you
So, in conclusion, is he jealous or is that what thrones do?
But I ain't shit yet, I'm still digesting my food
I don't trust good days in case it's karma confused
I'm paranoid, hidden behind my apparent joys
Mama don't hit me with that "I'm parent" ploy, I'm growing up
We die as we dream alone, so I know what's up
Bitches want gold, I gave 'em bronze, like Minoan sluts

[Interlude 3: Khary & ?, both]
Its been a while since (While since)
Last time (Last time)
You and I (Yeah)
Yeah
Its been a while since (While- since)
Last time (Last time)
You and I (And I)
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 5: Khary]
Tidal graves, y'all die in that fetal phase
Until a new empire's in dire need of some slaves
Not afraid of the dark, just broken lights in the cave
Mindless until we all lime-less in the stage
Like Tequila shots, you salty as fuck, nigga
I'm hungry, and you was the first chicken to cluck, nigga
You soft, you could sleep with the daisies you pluck, nigga
Not hard, I'm just plotting genocide, don't fuck niggas
Got a old soul, I count my money with a abacus
I just wanna tour, get built like a platypus
Gladius Sworn got the head as a catalyst
It's been a long while since I first ever imagined this
Still rapping like I ain't got nothing to do
Last time I talked to God, I fell asleep in the pew
I still don't fuck with my dad, so that's been a while too
Doing me to save time, got the mind of Doctor Who

[Outro]
Lucky me, lucky me, I'm a winner
Heard you could only find yourself at the center
Got a new girl just to fuck me for the Winter
My heart's colder than I remember, what?
Lucky me, lucky me, I'm a winner
Heard you could only find yourself at the center
Got a new girl just to fuck me for the Winter
My heart's colder than I remember, what?
What? What?
What? What?
What? What?
What? What?
What? What? ([?] love you, [?] hate you)
What? What? ([?] love you, [?] hate you)
What? What? ([?] love you, [?] hate you)
What? What? ([?] love you, [?] hate you)