Remnants Video (MV)

When I, when I, when I, when I, when I woke up this morning
Still underneath the stars
Look across the motherf*ckin' way boy
Guess who I saw waiting in my yard

We motherf*ckers down from the damn street
They was waitin' for me
Yeah, they really, really, really f*ckin' up, yeah
If they f*ckin' with me

Eye to eye
As the crowbird flies
In either direction

Pick a direction, no deflection, I just stick it and move
I wreck it raw baby
Baby, you don't need no protection

I learned to never hide behind a mask
Veiling all my imperfections
Attempting an oppressive task
Risin' to the upper class
What a hell of a lesson

And if you do, then you will soon find
That wealth is not paper or metal
It's the quotient of emotions in the mind
Floating in the memories, no matter how little

We must be realistic while remaining altruistic
Life can be twisted, but you blink and you miss it
F*ckin' bitches
Yeah, yeah, yeah

I said, we must be realistic while remaining altruistic
Life can be twisted, but you blink and you motherf*ckin' miss it
F*ckin' bitches

But it's basically the remnants of consciousness
Consciousness, space, density
Intimate, defensive, tendencies
That limit the potential amount of expansion
That you can reach at any given instant
And that's instantly

Admittedly, it's only purpose remains
Hidden within infinity
It just makes sense to me
That the human soul would be our f*ckin' sole codependency

And the energy increase in its intrinsic intensity
When ascending to a lifted system of metaphysics specifically
Expressed explicitly through metaphorical lyric streams
It's all just one eternal instant
It's not what it appears to be
It's all just a conspiracy
Seriously?
More like a spiritual pyramid scheme

I find it funny, that money that had me stumblin' before
And I ain't have naw nutta, when I was broke
When I ain't have shit, but I had hope
It's the same thing now that got me throwed
And I can't stop mumbling

Pyramid schemes, I'm on the top like the mummy king
Promethazine lean dreams
Forever slumbering
I one and done a freak
I one and done a beat
That must be humbling, how I'm still f*ckin' hungry

But it's whatever, whether I have me a couple of butter beans
Or a double cup of the Robitussin and something bubbling
I hop up hovering, the hip hop covering

Leave you lost in a sondering, if you smothering
Wandering, wandering
Wandering, wandering
Wandering, wandering

Wandering, wandering
Wandering, wandering
Wandering, wandering