Who You Foolin' - Wolfman Longarm, VZn

I’m a damn professional

Stay on the left side of a decimal

By about seven places

Everybody hates on the life till you taste it

Everybody stay wanna fight when you wasted

I’ll really knock a nigga back to the basics

Paces back

I don’t really wanna catch a case in fact

There’s a high chance that they hate the black

I’m racing at the ape bathing

I’m too busy spending just to save shit

I’m too busy drumming up amazement

From people who denied my conversation

Patient

Yes I really stayed waiting

For thm to vacate and go on vacation

Down to them breaks, with no placation

I clown on thm fakes who run they nation

Some folks are lost, never to be found

How far can you go, before you run that body down

I like to have a good time

But how many nights can you keep doing what you been doing

Who are we fooling

You see, I woke up invisible

Shit, guess it’s better that than missing you

I been, driving away from my demons

But catching up is all the shit that I didn’t do

I roll up my problems in a blunt

Packed up all my baggage and I threw it in the trunk

Laid a brick on the pedal, hopped out the whip

Watched it skip across the pebbles, make a drop off the cliff

I lie awake faded watching days go by

And only at the lows do I chase that high

Pour a little more to escape my mind

My eyes ain’t on the road, I can’t trace that line

And I’m gone

Ringing on the doorbell, echoes in the hallways

There’s nobody home

Hundred missed calls, guess I dropped off my phone

Up above my mind in the sky all alone

Some folks are lost, never to be found

How far can you go, before you run that body down

I like to have a good time

But how many nights can you keep doing what you been doing

Who are we fooling

Every damn sentence, Stan’s transcended

Sent it from heaven, have faith, Miss Evans

Me myself, I’m still mourning love

Sunday mornings snoring listening to mourning doves

I saw eternity in burning trees

Yearning with an urgency reserved for birds and bees

Like a man worried bout his next meal

Stopped time when Dilla asked us

Is death real

Burnt my brain, with the purple rain

Pain saying more than any kind of word explains

I used to try to find hope

High on a tightrope

Worried that I might fall

Like shit, I might float

Nothing grandiose about an overdose

Watched too many turn pale and comatose

Watched too many pills slowly kill my friends

When will it end

We were built to bend

Those pangs of regret

For the cities I left

And the people I loved

And the demons I kept

Like damn