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Hey Back to square uno I'm still tryna feed my daughter off this tune-o I don't know when I'ma meet her, I can't be indebted So I interpolate some jazz for the blue notes Nigga, I got one question, "Is you comin' or not?" Is this expression, or I'm comin' to rot? Let me know before I put my whole soul in a pot Hope I can trust you Showed my face at 16, and had the world in my damn hands What an adrenaline rush, I came for the grand slams Moments of hope was just peekin' out of them samples Made 'em feel like how I felt 'til I had every answer Passin' wave forms of sun peekin' into a mansion Graduated early, baby, they can't hold me for ransom Went to North Carolina, spent three months on that campus Still got my Aggie pride, but left to find some advances I blinked and I was sober again Seeing the world in the middle of October again The shit I had up in my hand was a number to morsel I stop listening when niggas tell me that was a win I learned restlessness from my mom, I get it honest That magic fleetin' as ever, my amnesia chronic I'm starvin', my stomach been twistin', turnin', sitting hollow He packed his pockets with his future, I'll swipe it off him I said, "I'm back to square uno" (bitch) I'm still tryna feed my daughter off this tune-o I don't know when I'ma meet her, I can't be indebted So I interpolate some jazz for the blue notes Nigga, I got one question, "Is you comin' or not?" Is this expression, or I'm comin' to rot? Let me know before I put my whole soul in a pot Hope I can trust you Gramophone sittin' by my fireplace, it's gold I got it for the record that they bailed at all the shows My son think it's perfect, and it's his age-mates agree But I feel like I got a million more tries to go Ran around the world more times than I can count And had the check clear more times than I can pout Then came home, the clumps of wool sitting on the floor 'Cause the teeth of my self-doubt sunk right in the couch Ever since the wound saw them veins growin' out Never left that first square, I got grades goin' out They all in the open for my little boy to see I cannot decide if I want him to mirror me The good news is that I don't gotta make a choice 'Cause he gon' do it anyways in spite what I could voice I wish him good luck when he travel down the path And if he find a balance, then we both gon' rejoice