[INTRO — DARK SYNTH PULSE / SPACIOUS] Burn it... [LONG PAUSE] Burn it... [VERSE 1 — SLOW, HUMAN, OBSERVATIONAL RAP] Looking at what’s needed... What do we need? We never knew to ever agree. Three things given with wishes, less in a crown owned by a king. Marble floors engrained with blood. Marble floors stained with Love. Men that were murdered, painted with pride, brush strokes on mural as a Gun. Depicted projections admired at last, break apart, two broken hearts stitched through the endings last. Two feet on the shore, toes resting in the sand. Water rests lightly over the skin, background waves crash... [BEAT PULLS BACK] What’s missed now... is everything that was to be learned. [LONG PAUSE] Fuck it... Burn it. [INSTRUMENTAL RELEASE — LET MELODY BREATHE] [VERSE 2 — STRANGE, LOOSE, NOSTALGIC POCKET] All the lights... Nothing is real. There is a part of night that wants dark but gets found, lying lost in a dawn’s feel. If I told you what is seen, never a need in thoughts of disagree. This is Thoughtaholic, with another shot, dropped back, old school smoked, Young Dro... Tipped with a shoulder lean. [LONG INSTRUMENTAL RIDE] [HOOK — HAUNTING / SIMPLE / MELODIC] Nothing I need... Something I’ve had... Everything... [PAUSE] Burn it... Nothing I need... Something I’ve had... Everything... Burn it... [INSTRUMENTAL SWELL] [FINAL VERSE — DEEP POCKET / GRADUALLY ORBITING] Neck deep in my grave. Cuban links suffocate intimidating scenes, inhaled hate, exhaled with dreams. Stages, screams, spotlighted themes, maybe a Benz... Beamer... or Bentley... where are my means? Meaning with no gasoline, seen without seeing, soaked in free, damp with a breeze, carried across concrete, draped depictions as fragmented intentions, whisper mentions tempted as hallucinogenic sentiments, sentences with appendages, attached incisions, tissued scars far from near-by start, ends tied, locked, opened hard, eyes cried, too many tears to count... heart’s key... [EVERYTHING BEGINS FALLING AWAY] Burn it all... [COMPLETE BEAT VACUUM] [LONG SILENCE] [OUTRO — CLOSE, EXHAUSTED HUMAN VOCAL] Nothing I need... [PAUSE] Something I’ve had... [LONG PAUSE] Everything... [DO NOT SAY “BURN IT”] [THE MAIN SYNTH MELODY RETURNS ALONE] [INSTRUMENTAL OUTRO]
