Tomb (interlude)

[Verse]
Stop to think for a second
You counting sheep like some blessings
Narrow minded I stress them
I never mind them I bless em
Cutting deep for the skeptics
You talking shit like a septic
You fell asleep with the ethics
I guess I'll share all my settings
Go and thank EB for the beat
He helped me when everything seemed
Lost to nostalgia I ought to buy him a house when I tweak
Slow to respond to the memes fast to hit back for the team
Used to serve fries with the drink put it aside for the dream
You can decide what it means
My shit it ain't for the teens
Maybe it is, it's for me
Playing my music so loudly blinded by waves of the screams
I can disarm any thieve with a couplet of words and a theme
I do not play with the cream
Hearing the phone as it rings
Thinking of various things
Which one to talk about is coinflip of fate on the ream
I do not hunt for a queen
I cannot care less it seems
You try to play me I'm coming at you with glorious schemes