Social Distance (Freestyle)

Forgive my transgressions and my trespasses
I’ve been messing up like I’m the best at it
I walk a fine line like a stress fracture
I need you more vocal, need you less passive
Like that night when we parked on Cordova and then walked a block over to the
water’s edge
I brought us something ‘cause I thought ahead
I remember how it felt and everything you said
But the city moving slow tonight—I gotta keep it rolling
We been shifting into overdrive—I whip it like it’s stolen
Windshield polarized, zipping up the interstate
Living things they imitate, you see it while you’re scrolling
I still got ideas I haven’t found a way to integrate
But I can’t wait a minute while they plotting on my dinner plate
So far from perfect I know I deserve a sinner’s fate
Bought this shit in cash so I ain’t worried ‘bout an interest rate
I hang around with geniuses—a lot of innovation
Surrounded by the real shit that’s a lot of insulation
I woke up this morning with a lot of inspiration
She turned her back on you we got a lot of information
Yeah, I swear I know some shit I wish I never heard
Wasn’t in the building and still caught every word
Yeah, that’s right, loyalty pays
Now he learning how to live with all those choices he made
I am that voice in your brain, I am the chill on your spine
If you want to reconcile you get billed for my time
Trust issues, got a million that I’m healing from fine
And I’ma keep building til the building is mine
Haven’t spoken since October but she still on my mind
I got soul ties to women I can’t have a conversation with
Things unsaid and now I got nowhere to say this shit
Realized too late that it wasn’t a relationship
Unresolved feelings getting over complicated
The pain’s good but everything in moderation
Quit selling weed—still in a growing operation
I might roll a little something while I’m making observations
Try switching phones like that shit’ll make a difference
I really hate how close I get to making bad decisions
Sabotage myself, it’s a cycle and it’s vicious
Guess sometimes all it takes is a little social distance
Time, space, my mind like a prison
Thank the Lord for His infinite wisdom
I’ve been praying for forgiveness, I’m so tunnel with the vision
Girl, pull up to the crib, we got unfinished business
Tell me what it is what it isn’t
Do you have what I’m missing?
What’s your favorite position?
Got a dangerous addiction and it’s stranger than fiction
A beast is what they call me and I do fit the description
This that self-isolation, special occasion
Private vacation, quiet and spacious
Secret location, surprise invitations
Mic’d up at home this that live entertainment
Writing on the roof feeling high and amazing
We made twelve different songs over five different days
Hit the lobby for a plate
Locking eyes with the waitress
Tip big and write something on the paper
Might trip and start stunting on my neighbors
Call Chris he got a couple different flavors
Plates in the truck he could come and get it catered
Clique slick a bunch of smooth operators
Go ahead and place your wagers
And ever trust somebody with the traits of a traitor
We heard you were still switching majors
I could not get caught up in the Matrix
Locked the condo
Duct tape on the clocks
Fridge, pantry stocked
Glock in the safe and the clip by my socks
All’s quiet on the block
Eyes watching like a hawk