Outro - Spose

Why hello there

Hello

Girl, you can find me sleeping at my mother’s

Coming home blazed, get gluttonous on a cupboard

Sneaking to my room with a female and rubber

How things change: the same place I first jerked under covers

How pleasant things ain’t: when debt collector got my cell number

Hunger for a million summers got me calling out of work

Otherwise I’m cooking, wipe my forehead with my shirt

My mom never made supper, «Alex, what is dessert?»

But what bird could front on a free birch to perch as they learn to live life

and adulthood lurks

And that’s mediocrity knocking because I’m hardly 2Pac and i do too much talking

He’s rocking mics as doubters are mocking him cause they say he burns trees

like he hates oxygen

But dag nabbit, despite my bad habits

You can find me next to Springsteen in your iPod gadget

I still got a bad taste in my palette

Cause I wonder, «Life, are you gonna go my way like Lenny Kravitz?»

And what I tangled web I weave, spitting lies in the eyes of those I deceived

But looky here, alas, an emcee so rare

With the truth in his face like emo hair

And that campground, my mom played Pokeno there

Just to afford groceries, to Spose listen closely

My rhymes, my pen, my mom, my dad

Did they wonder if Maine Med would take me back?

My town, my peeps, my past, my weed

Procrastination versus my drive to succeed

And it’s cyclical when these trees burn

I earn cash then turn that to ash like urns

But since my dad burst sperm during Reagan’s first term

I’ve had no reason to go to the bank

And so I’ll die in this here booth

Preposterously dank, baby, Spose