telephone. ft. MIZU

You can only find my true self in the lyrics

Every victory pyrrhic

I tried to prove my importance empirically but I fear its made a logic loop

No, we can't converse, cause I really speak ebonics

My example of a black man will never be Clarence Thomas

I'm not cocky when I tell you that there's no god above me

What a shame, the foundation of existentialism is soul death

I brushed my corpse in gold fleck and called it the ubermensch

I'm aware of my sins, me and death getting intimate, it can't say no

Philosophy became an complicated game of telephone

We all talk, we all lose