square one

[Intro]
Hey

[Chorus]
Back to square uno
I'm still tryna feed my daughter off this tune-o
I don't know when I'ma meet her, I can't be indebted
So I interpolate some jazz for the blue notes
Nigga, I got one question, is you comin' or not?
Is this expression or I'm comin' to rot?
Let me know before I put my whole soul in a pot
Hope I can trust you

[Verse 1]
Showed my face at sixteen and had the world in my damn hands
What an adrenaline rush, I came for the grand slams
Moments of hope was just peekin' out of them samples
Made 'em feel like how I felt 'til I had every answer
Passin' wave forms of sun peekin' into a mansion
Graduated early, baby, they can't hold me for ransom
Went to North Carolina, spent three months on that campus
Still got my Aggie pride, but left to find some advances
I blinked and I was sober again
Seeing the world in the middle of October again
The shit I had up in my hand was a number to morsel
I stop listening when niggas tell me that was a win
I learned restlessness from my mom, I get it honest
That magic fleetin' as ever, my amnesia chronic
I'm starvin', my stomach been twistin', turnin', sitting hollow
He packed his pockets with his future, I'll swipe it off him

[Chorus]
I said I'm back to square uno (Bitch)
I'm still tryna feed my daughter off this tune-o
I don't know when I'ma meet her, I can't be indebted
So I interpolate some jazz for the blue notes
Nigga, I got one question, is you comin' or not?
Is this expression or I'm comin' to rot?
Let me know before I put my whole soul in a pot
Hope I can trust you

[Verse 2]
Gramophone sittin' by my fireplace, it's gold
I got it for the record that they bailed at all the shows
My son think it's perfect and his age-mates agree
But I feel like I got a million more tries to go
Ran around the world more times than I can count
And had the check clear more times than I can pout
Then came home, the clumps of wool sitting on the floor
'Cause the teeth of my self-doubt sunk right in the couch
Ever since the wound saw them veins growin' out
Never left that first square, I got grades goin' out
They all in the open for my little boy to see
I cannot decide if I want him to mirror me
The good news is that I don't gotta make a choice
'Cause he gon' do it anyways in spite what I could voice
I wish him good luck when he travel down the path
And if he find a balance, then we both gon' rejoice