| It’s funny how stories start out
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| So true until the time comes they get passed down
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| Like a game of telephone
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| It’s always wrong by the end of it
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| The whole origin’s off
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| They let these other crackers tell that there was no Bones
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| But name every other clone that copped my flows
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| It’s fine, it’s cool, I don’t need no praise
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| The accolades that I’ve acquired mean more than the fame
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| The most known 'unknown', that was my end goal lane
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| The underground god, I’ll be that to the grave
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| So listen up close and solve this game
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| SESH militia on a tank turn your billions to flames (what?)
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| Even my closest of friends
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| Still can’t understand why I am the way I am
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| And I can’t either, I feel your pain
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| And I can’t blame you, 'cause I feel the same
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| It’s like I’m on a team and sometimes, I feel camaraderie
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| But on the other hand, I feel alone like I oughta be
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| Kickin' rocks by myself down the road
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| I thought we made together but I guess I was wrong
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| Maybe I’m caught up in my own emotions
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| Always been sensitive and full of these problems
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| Too quick to feel 'em, too slow to solve 'em
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| But if I neglect 'em, it is I who’s dissolvin'
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| I’m my own downfall, there’s nobody to blame
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| I’m my own downfall, I’ll never be right again |