CHORUS:
I woke up with blood on my pillow,
I choke on disgust with blood on my pillow,
no cuts on my face but there’s blood on my pillow,
My heart fights the rush with blood on my pillow,

I woke up with blood on my pillow,
I choke on disgust with blood on my pillow,
no cuts on my face but there’s blood on my pillow,
My heart fights the rush with blood on my pillow,

Verse 1:

Forty ounce and a packet of opiates,
cut your blunt with angel dust and palm my nuts we strugglin’
Ignorance, dividends,
Parted the sea for the darker skin,
But failed to fill them in,
So the scantron's shade’s off by one,
The notes we play for some,
Register esoteric puns,
Liters of whiskey and the popping of guns,
Keep me safe, and far away,
From the riddle’s that time offers in exchange,
For the young realist and renegade, player,
Trilluminati, karate biscotti breaker,
Pardon dolly take to of D’s I’m planting seeds for later,
Poor souls pour spirits and cobra clutch the colt though,
Hashtag pellegrino,
Kermit, ferrigno,
Simple, semtex syntax barrel rolls,
Misdirect better bet on that grassy knoll,

CHORUS

I woke up with blood on my pillow,
I choke on disgust with blood on my pillow,
no cuts on my face but there’s blood on my pillow,
My heart fights the rush with blood on my pillow,

I woke up with blood on my pillow,
I choke on disgust with blood on my pillow,
no cuts on my face but there’s blood on my pillow,
My heart fights the rush with blood on my pillow,


Verse 2:

I’ve shown control of info,
if my buzz is in slow-mo,
I hope I can react fast, to the claims that I’m trash,
Sure our sound is convoluted and won’t outlast,
The presence of other songs,
That don’t have the balls,
To tackle the subject matter we have,
Say you want about realness, the state of hip-hop, and the street being mad,
When I can’t walk the street at night if my pants sag,
Then I guess I’m past rap,
If I’m past mad, then who’s fitted cap,
Will die a meter from the fact that you won’t see cash,
For endorsing the apparell that gets you gassed,
And paints a large target on your back,
Feeling like the light Don Cheadle of rap,
What type of spittle is that,
My star spangled banter will put the panther to cats,
Vibranium cloth, stand when you talk,
And say it loud,
That brown doesn’t matter since we all say nigga now,

Verse 3:

All your victories are pyrrhic,
Reciprocity is common and lead is in the climate,
Front with that hot air,
The crosshairs are on your timex,
Kindness must be swinging from your family tree--
The highest, point of your lineage is 6 feet deep,
Eternity may not come tomorrow,
But the confines of your hindsight and sorrow are the only things that Sallie may borrow,
Still bump machiavelli, while reading the prince,
In an attempt,
To breathe new meaning to the term double fist,
I can smell the milk and honey when I was chewing at my wrist,
Let the sound of crunching tendons mix,
With the laugh track they have queued up if,
People don’t understand the joke or the part of my heart I just threw up,
Then I guess I need a new squad, that feels just as lost,
Because blood thinners boil quicker fresh out the box