(To fall in lo-o-oooove)
(To fall in lo-o-oooove)
(With—)
(Yea-a-aah)
[Verse 1: The Epitome]
Lazy perfectionist, what you sellin' for [?]
Marinatin' in melanin, [?] delicate
I'm [?], I'm talented, deservin'
[?] purpose
These verses o' hearses [?] works in my songs
[?] I'm playin' in arenas
I'm a whistle with the [?]
Or a Wizard from the Coast, Magic Gathered in my quotes
Don't matter if you dope or if you livin' what you wrote
A difference [?] spoken if these [?] really know
They don't feel me, though. What the fuck I gotta do for listens?
I'm the rеalest. They actin' like thеy never seen the difference in a Christian
Champagne [?] sippin', my intentions
[?] I mention
Started like a vision, it's lookin' like a vibe
They don't really get it, I'm tryna be [?]
[Hook: Scott SK Miller]
Thinkin' back on the nights that we struggle, and the
Times that we wonder if the work's all the trouble, and it
Hurts [?] tumble, but the road's made of rubble, and my
Words are my worth in the time that I squandered
But I'm ready. Thoughts up in my miiind
But I'm ready. Thinkin' that it's tiiime
That I'm ready! Maybe it's by design
But I'm ready! And they say that it's just life, but I'm ready
[Verse 2: Scott SK Miller]
Built for tryin', but I'm playin' roles of tragedy
A masterpiece written by the maestro for my inner peace
The kid in me wants to see these vivid dreams
But I seem to get distracted by the stitches in the seams
What I mean: it's the fabric that we cut from fits differently
Teflon tightens but it rarely gives me room to breathe
Specifically need the space so I can try to grow
Velvet room's where I get caught in, so I sat in quotes
I do the most just to prove that I belong
Am I showin' to myself what I mirror in these songs?
Just so they can sing along? Put my life up on these tracks
It's just my train of thought rollin' from my not-too-distant path
Do the math, try to add, but subtract the negativity
Multiply the times I doubted if it's still in me
I still believe that there's magic in these moments
So might use my Penn to Teller, play your cards and never fold 'em
[Hook: Scott SK Miller]
Thinkin' back on the nights that we struggle, and the
Times that we wonder if the work's all the trouble, and it
Hurts [?] tumble, but the road's made of rubble, and my
Words are my worth in the time that I squandered
But I'm ready. Thoughts up in my miiind
But I'm ready. Thinkin' that it's tiiime
That I'm ready! Maybe it's by design
But I'm ready! And they say that it's just life, but I'm ready
[Verse 3: Entellekt]
I'm from the home o' the cheesesteak
And you can hit my line if you need weight, I win like a sweepstakes
I don't spend my bread, I'm a cheapskate
Understand business, I should carry your briefcase
Uh! I'm way better than average
[?] merc on a maverick
So smoke purple like I was from Indianapolis
Clearly one o' the best on the atlas so you should go home and practice
Uh! They only love you when you in, dog
I'm from Philly, [?] than Eric Lindros
My style drippin' like rib sauce
You ain't runnin' shit, you try to pass and get picked off
Dealin' with a younger me, you ripped off
No cash, no prodigy, pissed off
I smoke and take lift-off
Keep on runnin' yo' mouth, and you gon' have a fist where your lips are
[Hook: Scott SK Miller]
Thinkin' back on the nights that we struggle, and the
Times that we wonder if the work's all the trouble, and it
Hurts [?] tumble, but the road's made of rubble, and my
Words are my worth in the time that I squandered
But I'm ready. Thoughts up in my miiind
But I'm ready. Thinkin' that it's tiiime
That I'm ready! Maybe it's by design
But I'm ready! And they say that it's just life, but I'm ready
