Remnants Lyrics

When I, when I, when I, when I, when I woke up this morning

Still underneath the stars

Look across the motherfuckin' way boy

Guess who I saw waiting in my yard

We motherfuckers down from the damn street

They was waitin' for me

Yeah, they really, really, really fuckin' up, yeah

If they fuckin' with me

Eye to eye

As the crowbird flies

In either direction

Pick a direction, no deflection, I just stick it and move

I wreck it raw baby

Baby, you don't need no protection

I learned to never hide behind a mask

Veiling all my imperfections

Attempting an oppressive task

Risin' to the upper class

What a hell of a lesson

And if you do, then you will soon find

That wealth is not paper or metal

It's the quotient of emotions in the mind

Floating in the memories, no matter how little

We must be realistic while remaining altruistic

Life can be twisted, but you blink and you miss it

Fuckin' bitches

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I said, we must be realistic while remaining altruistic

Life can be twisted, but you blink and you motherfuckin' miss it

Fuckin' bitches

But it's basically the remnants of consciousness

Consciousness, space, density

Intimate, defensive, tendencies

That limit the potential amount of expansion

That you can reach at any given instant

And that's instantly

Admittedly, it's only purpose remains

Hidden within infinity

It just makes sense to me

That the human soul would be our fuckin' sole codependency

And the energy increase in its intrinsic intensity

When ascending to a lifted system of metaphysics specifically

Expressed explicitly through metaphorical lyric streams

It's all just one eternal instant

It's not what it appears to be

It's all just a conspiracy

Seriously?

More like a spiritual pyramid scheme

I find it funny, that money that had me stumblin' before

And I ain't have naw nutta, when I was broke

When I ain't have shit, but I had hope

It's the same thing now that got me throwed

And I can't stop mumbling

Pyramid schemes, I'm on the top like the mummy king

Promethazine lean dreams

Forever slumbering

I one and done a freak

I one and done a beat

That must be humbling, how I'm still fuckin' hungry

But it's whatever, whether I have me a couple of butter beans

Or a double cup of the Robitussin and something bubbling

I hop up hovering, the hip hop covering

Leave you lost in a sondering, if you smothering

Wandering, wandering

Wandering, wandering

Wandering, wandering

Wandering, wandering

Wandering, wandering

Wandering, wandering