Accordingly Lyrics

Living off borrowed time, the clock ticks faster

Thinking bout the day I'll live to be the master

Of my craft or should I have been a pistol packer

Manifest the destiny that God has planned for

Boom. Bap. That would be the sound of the

Plastered posters

Got ahead of myself like a Siamese

Twins like the yin and the yang on my shoulders

My hope for an honest end is almost over

Over and over I envision the vision

So vibrant I need a visor to dim it so just the visage is visible

I cannot pretend the way I live is venerable

Virile with venom towards the victim in the mirror

Full of vitriol, vitality is very much visibly diminished

Finished is an understatement

Skeletons in my closet nah, catacombs in my basement

Face it

Though everyone has a place in life

Not everyone can have placement

Too complacent too patient

Introversion turned into a version of a king who isn't Persian

But believed he had earned a place in history solely due to etymology

Like, an autobiography is the only way for him to leave a legacy worth following

Swallowing the guilt of wallowing in filth

Hollowing my skill filled skull with the bottle and some pills

Smoulder in my ventilation system

Continue venting until they say I miss him

Hopefully when he rendezvous with the Grimm

He can live with the proper and prim

Instead of pyre and the brim

Headstone "No more qualms to be gone"