Retrace

Purpose is something that man wants to accomplish

At the end though, he's left with map and a compass

Do it yourself, through the shallows and the narrows

Scream in frustration but you can't hear the echoes

You lost yourself, huh?

Pick it back up and try it again, huh

No givin' up when your purpose is so close

Dive in deep waters but you can't hold your-

Retrace my lines, they're detailed and refined

Scribble couple times, trynna make it like my prime

Tangled in a web as the black coffee simmers

Tell my homeboys I'll be gone 'til November