I burn so many bridges
I could count em to go to sleep instead of sheep
But I never run out
And so I'm counting to infinity
Too many bitches burned me
And so now I'm roaming scott free
Shouldn't have left me off the leash
So don't expect me to keep the peace
I'm burning bridges and every troll underneath
When I stroll through your streets
You no longer get a piece of me
You can't eat at me
You're just gnashing teeth at something you can't be
Quite the complex you’ve built of insecurity
I built a fort of solitude sure no one has heard of me
Burning weeds
stoned off my ass like that one book everyone says they read
But they don’t
they only overlook the leeches
Forgetting their practice what they preaches
Burning bridges
That's the least of my needs
I'm knee deep in the trees
Defeating enemies when necessary
with verbal incendiaries
Never no strap to carry
Too concerned I’d yearn for the hari-kari
And If you’ve got an axe let’s bury
It
Bury that hatchet because
I don’t think I want to pack it
Or the glowing coal of poor impulse control to match it
Otherwise, I think I’m gonna use it to cut this rope bridge
Never mean to bail, but sometimes a situation seems so hopeless
But I got some new luggage out of it - scope this
credits
from The B ep,
released July 7, 2021
prod. TDJ
addl. prod. LOHM