Lyrics Freestyle on a Thursday Afternoon - Quadeca

Freestyle on a Thursday Afternoon

I said, you were like a broken bone
Never really let it heal, something that I don’t condone
Wanted to ignore that it was broken, so it broke some mo'
Now that shit’s so fucked, I can’t replace it, like my broken phone
Broken glass, can’t find a G' that’s parted overlaps
Hold me back on the overpass, movin' more than fast
Now I’m goin' through my class like a walking dead
I keep fighting fire with more fire, I’m a talking head
She said that she wanna dance, I would rather talk instead
She wantin' to follow me, I would rather block instead
Just released the album, but I need to do this song again
Turned around the corner, feel the bounty that is on my head
Not to kill me, they just wanna come get me alive
They just wanna see me once, don’t wanna go deep inside
I been in the public eye, I wonder why I even hide
It don’t fuckin' matter, 'cause they readin' me between the lines
Realize that there was nothing they could even find
I just can’t investigate, like motherfuckin' CSI
Now I’m feelin' free enough to make a eagle cry
One day they gon' put off my success in an all-seeing eye
No more Wi-Fi, so I had to get the notepad
Oh, rad, I’m just tryna get to not so bad
All this music will expire, it could go bad
Those fads, who gon' really last when it all goes black?