ThoughtCrimes

[Verse 1: The Cool Quest] Now I spent my life taking orders Conforming within these borders Worship Lord that may not exist, still I persist To follow rules, well that's what I used to do Now it's usual to catch me smoking blunts outside my old school Used to be old school, thought it was so cool Then I found forging new paths ain't have bad Said I was mad, I took that resentment as inspiration Created and elevated now they tell me I'm the greatest Like now what do I do? Pop Murlo in ghetto hallways Break onto roofs, toss the bottle off, match and gas, Molotov Rebelling, Dylanesque hoodlum, features the freak shit My peaks are forever peeking in studios on the weekend Wisdom be leaking like rusted pipes with holes But my logic is sealed tight within margins in compositions Where I craft compositions about bitches forever bitchin' Niggas forever riffin', still I'm forever gifted [Hook: John Lennon] She's well aquainted with the touch of the velvet hand Like a lizard on a window pane x4 [Verse 2: The Cool Quest] They go outdoors when I go southpaw Lights on me, I be blinded whenever I'm reminded Of everything I endured, never again I assure you Be sure you can stand the rain, no umbrellas, you hella lame Let me truth ya, I'm Martin Luther, but they ain't take me out I pulled my yopper and clapped em Vibe like I was straight outta Compton, but I'm straight outta Fordham They're like, "bless your soul", I'm like, "it's nothing major" Look at me like a stranger when I enter my building Suave-illy with my locs on, mega faded no joke son I'm bout to rock knots on these drunk blood clots "Blood clot, from meh born meh bad breed" yeah whatever nigga Staring at pictures of people I can't stand on Facebook I wanna slam my phone into like a million pieces Rollin' up leaves, hoes sucking me like leeches Cold for this like anemics, don't like me bitch lick my penis And suck my semen [Hook]