Hiraeth (Interlude) Lyrics

Okay, pour your drink, light your smoke

Nigga, what is you waiting for? You look like you can't take no more

I promise you I ain't no ghost

Wait, I seen this day before back when I had a taste of hope

Now you in this place.

Yo, how'd you get here? Don't you pray no more

Slipped in the back of your mind and I hope you don't mind

Nigga, I got a couple of questions

If you deny the opinion provided

And rely on the mind, could you still learn the lesson

Well, the answer is no, I'm guessing

This matter's much more pressing

Too proud to admit you're down, so now let's talk about your depression

From what I can see, your purpose is linked to who you want to be

Ignoring the roots, and climbing the tree

You're building a roof, but under your feet, the pillars are weak

And niggas been trying to tell you

But you throw the cold shoulder whenever they speak

Now that you're stuck in this hell

I know it's hard to hold hope when you suffer defeat

But look what you emphasize though a girl who's out of reach

Pretty face, but you gotta pack up your bags and travel the world if you wanna meet

You admit that it's stupid, provided the proof

And that's something I'm happy to hear you say

No shit, you been setting a record for levels you've fallen

It's happening every day

Now I know you're ambitious and you wanna make it big, and I swear that it's possible

Have all of the bitches and riches and make some kids

Man, if that's your prerogative

Man, whatever you want

It's worth it to chase a dream, but it's gotta be logical

Now you looking at God like he finna save you

Nigga, but you never followed him

You think cause you a good man, you can make it to heaven

And walk through the pearly gates

You ain't pick up the book and your hands are not clean

Do you vibe with the word faith

Because that's what it takes to shoot in the dark

But whenever you miss, you falling apart

And now you pivot to building a family because you failed to make it in art, man

Well, that's goddamn sad

Took a bunch of L's, now you wanna be a dad

You could lose once, then you living in the past

Talking about you missing something that you never had

The fuck you mean

You had a father that was on your team

You got a mother living with the scar that let you breathe

And The Othercide is not the prize

You living a lie, so let it go and it can set you free, my nigga