Sex (feat. Anabel Rose)

Penny for your thoughts

Or a bullet to my brain

Thoughts

Brain

December ‘95

Mama water broke

Water turned to wine

Wine turned to blood

“Bloody baby Jacob, be the salt upon the globe

Mama's helping hand when she makes a toast

You’ll be raised right”

I was age 9

Baby Yaa had me enslaved when her bait became the master in my sex life

She go quench light

And for the next 5 years she go dey bend wipe tears

She go dey test my gears

I’m 27 years of age and Jacob nothing been the same

Taking pride in body counting, no be blessings I dey name

Pop a pill, roll a blunt

That’s how I’m dealing with the shame

Get the pleasure in the pain

Yɛɛgye no daa na awɔ no ba a mehyɛ me hoodie

Hyɛ me bomber jacket

Neɛ aka ne m’akɔnnɔ so

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Meehwehwɛ baddie bi a ɔyɛ vulnerable

Gye location, gya me yere wɔ fie kɔsra no I'm boutta make her open up

Jacob, meekɔ hwɛ neɛ ɛda ne koko so

Dwene ho biara a me ho popo

Tried to get distraction

I done tried to take up swimming to just cope

But I'm hearing the backstrokes

The pray for me them carry me go

Sɔfo maame se ne body no ara ne temple of the Lord

Bosome biara membrɛ no tithe

Ɔse me weapons no yɛ carnal

She about to make it right

Wama me power to the point that I’m about to make it slide

I love the wife but I’ve been triggered

I admit it, I- Jacob I dey wrestle my addiction

I’m ashamed, I gotta testify

Women I objectified

Baby Yaa she do me dirty

But I gotta rectify

Be a better person, not a pervert with a mask on

Role model, I can’t keep up with the catwalk

I walk alone

With broken records in my brain

Sins unatoned

Their voices still remain

Demons full-grown

It’s broken records in my brain

Power still remains

Pleasure with my pain

God save me from my demons

Chale ma name's Vaughan, I admit it you ain't wrong

I’m singing the same song

My mom caught me watching titties on a vain pawg

She's really in pain but it's pretty insane dawg

Cause I still be the same boy

The kiddie she raise norr

The pity became scorn

Now I’m back to the same porn

It’s shitty

My girl’s moving outta the city

And it’s silly how e fit make I neglect am too

My post nut clarity just dey affect am too

Even if my brain clears chale I can’t stop it

No dey feel the shame sef again

I look into my girl’s eyes — edey rain tears

The pain remains

Herh, she says I drain her

She says cheer is lacking in her heart

Bro I for dawg sekof the fear’s blackening her heart

So I’m here to fight me — I’m here to find me

It’s certified me being alone with my phone sef dey terrify me

For work sef, I no fit focus

For church sef — the prayers all ein all be bogus

All these Barbies drove us crazy

Yeah the bar be low ’cause I’m always thinkin’

About how they be tight and (Titan) swallow kids

Like say them all be Cronus

But I’m on that light-at-the-tunnel’s-end steeze

Imma come back like a rebuttal

Please

Don’t give up on me

Cause I’m not gonna give up on me either

I'll fight till I drop oh1

I walk alone

With broken records in my brain

Sins unatoned

Their voices still remain

Demons full-grown

It’s broken records in my brain

Power still remains

Pleasure with my pain

God save me from my demons