Xwenty - 10/22 10/31 Lyrics

I been feeling some weight on me
Yet I also feel so free
Sometimes it stings, when I yearn
I know you felt the same in your own turn

10/22, never knew that new who's of me'd show
Inner Horton was hoardin' 'em so low (Low, low, low)
Won't blow what you gave to me
So I'm the dope... There's dopamine cravin' we
But I've been depravin' thee, sum of bread in the bakery
No wonder you kneading me, sugar or knot, fo sho I'll be treating whea-
T... sorry, like you said I'm corny, heh, by the way, what if horniness fades?
We'd still want us till old age... right?
I just can't tell where the line just gets cut, what if I croak tomorrow?
Should you keep the sorrow? Or go on?
Would it be vice versa?
Personally I'd have the hearse up
But when my verse up
What will be real? What will be fiction?
I know my diction doesn't seem like enough
But these are just all my thoughts heaped in the rough
Seeped in my brain and I'm feeling insane
Was in a great state, pressure stalked like a shoot
Guess it's down deep in my roots
As the clowns creep, no dispute, and if it ain't true
They'll force me to till eighty two
I'll force reboots then curve back, one eighty, like horse's shoe
I will prevail like the wedding was skipped
Went to the ball, found a clear shoe then dipped
Waited eternities, now it is burning me
Time went to ashes so it'll be urning me
What was I earning from waiting?
Stopping the people from hating? I care about ratings?
I f*cked myself in the end, as if I stated me dead
And till this day, she don't know these bars exist (F*ck)
While I pretend
My legacy'll never even be double 0 filled
Does that even better Bond?
Does that even better bonds?

I been feeling some weight on me
Yet I also feel so free
Sometimes it stings, when I yearn
I know you felt the same in your own turn