[Verse] I've been movin' in backward directions During astral projections I clasped my ass on the wall for pretension I need faster connections Past is regret I flash from the gems's If I didn't care what my friends did Friends'll pretend Wanna end when you get big Get quick Get rich Or your friends'll get sick Quick as a tick All my temp's for the weekend Come in front of me to loan ya Can't remember anything The pills mean cliche You recall your car when it's no wonder you couldn't All your friends are fake Fake Fake Fake Fake [Chorus] Can't you figure my art out? Can't you figure my art out? Can't you figure my art out? Can't you figure my art out? [Verse 2] I had a feelin' you coulda been the one But you won But you could've been all that I wanted But you weren't honest Now get in the ground You choked off the sorriest of favors But if you really loved me You would've endured
