[Intro] "Like Mitch Hedberg said: "I write jokes for a living. I sit at my hotel at night. I think of something that's funny. Then I go get a pen and I write it down. Or if the pen is too far away, I have to convince myself that what I thought of ain't funny..." (hah) [Verse 1] I have ideas for a new song, every few minutes It's like the well of my imagination wasn't dug, with limits I have to keep folded paper, and a pen, on me, at all times So I can scribble them down, and make sure I don't, miss them... [Dramatic Pause] I'll just be mulling around, minding my own business When something strikes me and I can't resist it So, my mental door step is never without a package Like, why not? Can't I be a benevolent saint, and a savage? [Dramatic Pause] But, People wanna play like good and evil don't exist together? As if when one is present, the other is somewhere else, fettered As if while you're smiling someone isn't arguing, screaming someone's name, Sounding insane, it's mind boggling! [Dramatic Pause] 'Cause as much as you'd like to say evil's not a part of you It's really just a part you shove in a corner, like, "ew" So, I'm calling you out, in these lines, it's over due Stop trying to hide it away and accept what you know is true..., [Raping Pre-Chorus] 'Cause the more you bottle it up, the more it, wants to explode. Wouldn't you feel the same way, if one day you happened to be told, That you not welcomed in your own home, after you paid off your loan no matter, the proof you showed?! [Chorus] In the shadows, Are devious things Some of them righteous Some of them obscene, I got an angel on my left side, Devil on my right side Both of ’em mine, Try to paint myself in one shade, one line But I’m split down the middle, still calling it “I”. [Verse 2] Look at you Sunday suit on Sinner in the seams Timeline clean But your search bar screams Halo in the front cam Horns in the drafts Smile for the fam Keep the monster in the apps Tell ’em “good vibes" teeth tight on the rage Scroll past pain Tap laugh, Turn the page, You bury that envy in polite small talk But your thoughts, take chalk Draw lines you’d never walk You pray for the peace but you love the thrill You talk about grace while you plot your will You cancel your taste for the things you crave But repression just feeds what you say you’ve tamed You want to be light You were born with a night Every saint got a stain that they tuck out of sight Every “I’m fine” is a mask on a bruise 'Til you look at that bruise and you choose... [Chorus] In the shadows, Are devious things Some of them righteous Some of them obscene, I got an angel on my left side Devil on my right side, Both of ’em mine Try to paint myself in one shade, One line But I’m split down the middle, still calling it “I”. [Instrumental Break] [Bridge] Oh, yeah, back to the point It's now a question of curating every joint (Yeah) even if it's been said before, that doesn't matter There's always fresh ears, ready to lap up the batter [Dramatic pause] While you might find it old hat Someone else is like, wow, I never heard that, like that, So, I'll keep pumping out what I want to And if you, don't want to hear it, then just do you [Dramatic Pause] [Shift] I don't need any of you holding up signs in my front yard Like "that shit was trash" or, god forbid, "you went to far" ('Cause, I'll just dance on the empty womb of how, much, I care, Before I bury it, in the ground, and leave it .right. there...!) (huh) [Pre-Chorus Instrumental] [Heavy Chorus x2] In the shadows, Are devious things Some of them righteous Some of them obscene, I got an angel on my left side Devil on my right side, both of ’em mine Try to paint myself in one shade, one line But I’m split down the middle, still calling it “I”. [Break] (Check your mental health...) [Instrumental Outro]
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