When I get back from hell again I'm gonna be so elegant The relevance of my benevolence is evident
I'm sentimental Oh no, I mean I'm said to be mental When I don't get what I want I find it's hard just to be gentle Gentle? The rental of some self control When you lose your mind Is when you start to find your soul unfold
This morning when I woke up All the thoughts that I had just broke up Broken fragments of my dreams left me choked up Distant memories I'd repressed all spoke up Oooh fuck! This was something that I wasn't expecting My dreams solidified and started asking me questions And the deeper I looked into their hate-filled eyes I realised they were you, only in disguise
So I jumped to my feet How the fuck did I become so weak? Too soon did I admit defeat I grabbed a pen and start writing to the beat And I wrote:
When I get back from hell again I'm gonna be so elegant The relevance of my benevolence is everything
As time went by I realised you can't just drop out But I'm telling you man It's hard to block out The sound that rebounds and resounds And resounds again Off the walls of my mind 'cause I miss my... friend
But now I'm on a mission to mend Everything that broke and make it glisten again Strip down redesign construct and improve While the rest procrastinate I'll be making my move I hope in years to come I've elevated But chances are I'll be inebriated But that's cool As long as my mind ain't sedated And the things that I've learned Haven't been erased and wasted
When you forget about the hand you're dealt All that really matters is the things you've felt So fuck it, bring on the good and bad times If rapping don't work I'll start a band of mimes When you forget about the hand you're dealt All that really matters is the things you've felt So fuck it, bring on the good and bad times If rapping don't work I'll start a band of mimes
When I get back from hell again I'm gonna be so elegant The relevance of my benevolence is evident