[Verse 1]
Wish this beat was a vacation
Cause I’m tired of feeling cocky
Cold scarred and insincere
Like all the MC carbon copies
Need a little sun
Mai thais
And a hot piece
I’m talking .45s
At the gun range
Worldwide peace
Could never come
Cause we all just tryna come
Be ruled by our emotions
And never see the outcome
Only the attractions
And all the bad acting
Gave it seven Oscar nods
And a emmy for the grand stand
Tv version
Turning pre teen virgins
Into howling werewolves
They never sleep and
They hurting
Bite marks never fade
And neither do the scratches
Lie cold across the mattress
What you mean this was practice
Summer home
All alone
Nobody to bother me
Never hear the news
World report
Where Dan Rather be
Rickels make me laugh
Only see him in my memories
By myself on an island
Only see anemones
Kill all of my enemies
Only leave myself alive
And try to stab my brain
And eat my face off
But I won’t survive
My life is more than a piece of paper
More than these rules I never seem to get the hang of
[Verse 2]
You did that on purpose
Left me feeling worthless
But I never say a word
Promise I’ll just join the wordless
Blind and all the felons
Messing with my melon
Felt your hand inside my pants
You told me shh
My hands just gellin
Now you want contrition
Ignore the fact it ever happened
Shifting gears grabbing a new map
And a airbook mac
I’m buying books for college now
Wish I could sue you for 10 stacks
In ten backpacks
Get ten back pats but
Wedding picture
With your hand in the band
Now you
Tryna play a different instrument
Inside a foreign land
Where you invited me to be sleeping and
I just can’t believe it
No I really can’t
The Mask was produced by DopantBeats.