The Set Up

I set it up, you knocked it down, lay the foundation, I built this house

I feel cracks underneath my feet, I feel cracks underneath my feet

The walls are breathing heavy, sucking up the oxygen with no plans of leaving any

For as long as I’ve been hoarded, it’s taking me forever to gather up all my belongings

I get attached, near attached to people who I’ve loved and lost

Even though I gotta admit, there are few who’ve run me off

But I’m under no illusion how relationships get ruined

How I’m ancient to this movement when I’m just stuck to a cross

Tossed into the underworld and give in specific info

Forced to find another girl, sick of living in limbo

But I have my songs to play so I got lost along the way

And now I’ll never see the light of day thanks to the tinted Limo

I was hopelessly romantic, emphasis on antic

Now run hopeless along the open coast of the Atlantic

Bought an overcoat that says “Francis, Showboat captain”

Did my best to scrub it off cause it’s utterly embarrassing

Every night I’d re-write my will on a sandbar napkin

I’d crash after sticking it to the window of my cabin

Once I awoke I’d notice it, read it then remove it

Just stunned I left nothing to my loved ones but music

Muses abandon me while choosing family over continued support

For my intuitive thought, who would’ve thought?

Worst thing I ever did to another person in this world is nothing

Only a few can claim that’s what I did when I could have done otherwise

Every single last one of them sang for nothing-types

Made me pay the price at any cost, I’ve got buyer’s remorse

How many toxins will the doctors find inside this corpse?

Suicidal watch it’s diamond studded

Tells me when my time’s up, trying to keep my eyes from it

It’s so swag, I flash it at the fashion shows

Walks with a limp, it’s so pimp, and it smacks the hoes

Rappers used to brag about intelligence, made me want to be smarter

Then I harbor no regrets, whether it sells or not is irrelevant

I would have sold coke if making dough was the sole motive

It wasn’t but fuck being a broke poet

Without paying debts, begging friends for loose ends

If your so-called talent only results in loan extensions

There’s no defenses, or buyouts, you don’t get a per diem for good intentions

Do you want to sign now?

Promise that a job doesn't define you as a person

If your words don’t carry weight, it’s not the worlds burden

And in no certain terms am I suggesting that you shouldn’t set fire to the stage and let the curtains burn

Just be aware of the exits

Keep in mind that the closest one might be behind you, the entrance

in the event that I can’t live better as an honest rapper

Without my past self being my benefactor

I set it up, you knocked it down

I set it up, you knocked it down

I set it up, you knocked it down

I set it up, you knocked it down

You laid the foundation, I built this house

Gamble away my better half in hopes of doubling up

is a double or nothing, I laughed, I was shit out of luck

But what have I got to lose? At least I’m whole now

Half man, half clone, the bad composite sketch of a one-hundred percent asshole

But it wasn’t without help, many people did their part

To make me take the time to Frankenstein was ripped apart

And put it together again, all the king’s horses and all the king’s men

Couldn’t admit that this was a predicament they put me in

You want a piece of this? Welcome to the eggshells

I’m barefoot and pregnant to my kitchen, y’ll can help yourselves

To the feast but tippy-toe away if you can’t take the heat, or over-used clichés

Back in the days I’d leave you heartbroken

These days I simply reach into your chest and tear those scars open

Evaluate appreciation, write you off for tax purposes

I’d rather be homeless than settle in that worthless nest

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