Been a year or two since the day I hung my degree
A name buried cept the scribble on a bunch of receipts
And how the heck is every rapper I meet younger than me
With how they move now you'd think that there was somewhere to be

Call this a quarter life crisis, organized typist and
Mortified that there might be more to life like this
Or time'll come to eat up my immortalized likeness
A forest fire flame to a fortified ficus

I court a kind of kindness
Ladylike a little so I lord a light alignment
And plus I got the armor can't afford to find a fight in
I started as a writer, this a sorta side-assignment

Loving wordplay, courier for cursive
A wordsmith, bang em out for warriors to curse with
I'm the kind you stumble and not the kind you look for
Play me while avoiding the pretty girl at the bookstore

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Wormwood and paint, I'm confirming my dates
And anxiety's a feint or a term for debate
Snakes that come close haven't turned her to slate
But the rare bursts of energy return to her wait

So it evens out, interview, call, set a second day
Sell yourself, quiet when it counts, let the echo play
Rather put the world on hold, get the heck away
Hard to do for free, yeah, this beat's made by neco tapes

Big day, couple hours down when the planning ends
Why'm I sad? Meh, I just do it for the ambience
Moody rap teens often grow up to be family men
Getting handy, get a den, get the fans to ante them

Never me though, I'm past curse screaming
Passin ages in this house, get the cat purrs teeming
Tryin cottagecore, oven got the blackbirds steaming
In a pie, in a wrap skirt sat, verse weaving

Filling several species of the notebook
Quotes and the hooks by the coats on the coathook
Throw a dream among the first, ovaries and undershirts
No release is undeserved hope my niche is underserved