S.C.R.E.A.M. ft. Crusoe

See I made a promise, but was it practical or nonsense

That my hearts never heavy as the shrapnel in my wallet

Now in bopping, set a brother up to fall

When he's hopping through his life tryna double Dutch the rules

With a dozen other fools, you never knew the half

Of pissing money up the wall like some therapeutic dance

At the bar, the residue's the pennies you discard

Like flints in your hand, but precious few will spark

In the wind and the damp, that petty feud had start

With a tit then a tat then a centrifuge of yarn

Then a long thread of lies to guide a brudda through the maze

He ducked the minotaur without the tuppence to ma name