(Verse 1)
Vintage tomorrow
Stones skipped in the sorrow
Bottled the emotions
So I couldn't help but swallow
Dabbled in the help I needed
Then I let it all go
Chose to write through blues
Now the hues free flow
Hurdle after hurdle
Running colors on a canvas
Waiting for my neck to turn gold
Brush strokes from soul
Twin flame Kahlo
Now she plays alone
I can't even knock her
Cause I still dont have my own
Dim between the ears
Lights out 10 years
Baby at the wheel
And all he know's
Switching gears
Back seat, mad heat
Drifting through the streets
Who knew illegal could end up feeling so free
Soul free, was everything needed to kill the old me
Lonely, no consoling
Bend but never folding
Asking why?
Peep where I reside
Had to drop the high
Could only see the fall from my left eye
But I'm letting it go

(Chorus)
If we were ever on thin ice
Yo I'll just let it slide
Guess that's the difference between you and I
Do or die
Who I am
A bastard that you idolized
Passed the time
By passing rhymes
To Idle minds, out of mind
I'm outta mine
But I need to pick it up soon
Watching the clock move
Yo I need to pick it up soon

(Verse 2)
Maneuver with the moods
Anxiety comes off rude
Stay out the conversation
Cause I always feel intrusive
Truth is
It's conducive to my bullshit
Who's this
Move bitch
Steez on Ludacris
Oh shit, dated myself
Only emcees that can take me on
Our dead on the shelf
Know your worth
Raise your wealth
Watch your health
Don't kill yourself for anyone else
Cause they wanna see you sip lean and pop pills
That is not trill
But still
Who am I to say
Moderation in moderation
My day to day
Partake but it don't control me
I promise that I won't OD
Odors from bodies molding
Lonely, drugs consoled me
But that's the old E
Now I'm sippin' on a 40
Next to Malone while he choppin' oldies
Homies called me a walking disaster
But I managed to master my craft
While these other bastards
Couldn't mimic my stature
But I'm letting it go

(Chorus)
If we were ever on thin ice
Yo I'll just let it slide
Guess that's the difference between you and I
Do or die
Who I am
A bastard that you idolized
Passed the time
By passing rhymes
To Idle minds, out of mind
I'm outta mine
But I need to pick it up soon
Watching the clock move
Yo I need to pick it up soon

(Verse 3)
I was raised in limitation
But the glove didn't fit
There's a certain shade of green
That S.C.I.E.N.C.E. depicts
Kinda flipped
Waking on the wrong side outer space
I remember making pause tapes
Back at my moms place
Slowing down the sound with a screw within the deck plate
Rappers trying save face when all the lies don't take
All the drugs sold, the hoes and the clothes
Was all as fake as the other shit he put in his flows
Never mind the fact it's karaoke at all of your shows
Rapping over your vocals
Christopher Wallace no no
Enunciate, sharing my soul
The game is to be sold
I give it away for free and it'll never get old
I'm here distribute knowledge
Just letting go