[Verse 1]
I love sickness, but only when someone's on the mic
I'm love sick as, somebody who be alone tonight and loves pictures
Sadder lookin' back at them now that the love's finished
Trying to deny to himself that he loves Guiness
Trying to be high so it helps that he loves piff, and
Since he's at a low, doesn't help that he loves winnin'
Never really knew just how hard that the love hit us
Listen to my heartbeat - I think I would love stillness

Just for a second to get perspective
So [bad word] out properly over the [bad word] Blinded by the lines between lustin' and lovin'
Mental be erasin' em so I just be tryna give it a pencil

And of course my heart isn't something that I could lend you
But giving it for forever is something I can't consent to
Need to get to building instead of simply destroying [bad word] that've set the tempo for what is between my temples, cause ..

mind is a terrible thing to waste, and
life is a terrible thing to waste
Trying to balance out the two at the same time
Can put you in [bad word] that you would never want to face
I remember all my days in the suburbs
Riding to the projects to get the product and love her
Now those days are fading like me and the days of summer
And the days of constantly yearning to have a lover

[Bridge]
But I know that if your love calls me
I'll probably be there
Be there
If only for a second
If your love calls me
I'll probably be there
Be there
If only for a second

[Verse 2]
When I'm spittin'
There's never lyrical slugs missin'
They tell me that I've got Nas lyrics and Slug vision
I know that I've got Pac's spirit in blood written
In a double helix, all that I lack is the thug vision, but

I've been closer to the hood than the front of my car
Close to being behind em 'steada spittin' the bars
Close to being the island that was alone in the dark
Surrounded by a sea of doubt and thought I'd never see shore

But- I like to see the blood, I like to see the sweat
Cause it reminds of everything that I gave, and all I'll get
The inspired are inspiring
But only if they act on their desire even if it takes perspiring

And my pores'll be crying until I make it
I'll [bad word] a martyr if it's really blood it takes
For the sake of the thing I love and the things that I want to change
Free your mind of all its worries and let it out of its cage