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letra de be careful remix - arranged godly

picture me out of a pickle, you know it tickles
my fickle and irresponsible lifestyle residuals
it seems that hospitable middlemen are here for me
find it a task to relax, what turned a switch for deeds
twisting my vernacular, lisp and all, into a lure
leaping lower levels, lozenges laced, with the pure
lsd, acid scene, hit me hard a couple years
threw away the dollars and hollered, i was getting weird
not to say i wasn’t before, that’s always been my scene
speaking only cryptic or code, to that in front of me
partially defensive, dismissing those i didn’t know
martially submissive, subjecting strangers to the mo’
funny of the awkwardest situations now presented
chummy in the flesh, but chest filled with misdirection
honesty’s a virtue, i’m striving to get it
but honestly, its virtually non-existent

and yet i’ve set my mission, goals centered to the front
guarantee remission, render up a verbal blunt
language extensive, with thoughts so conceited
the only call for retreatin’ will follow drive into demons
i’m bulldog to bulimic, related in slanted ways
just as my rhyme schemes, debated by better knaves
trained through the sorrow days, the ones that i washed away, improve over illusions, and cruise to a newer name
i bear mine as badge for the build up, but drop it
godly’s an anagram, but man lives inside yet
jumbling lettering, scrambled the cables quick
fumbling possession, handled the stable fix
pressed back in holding cell, track 9 reminds me best
the album of course is the ink that i bear on chest

you helped me to pay for it, to reset my mind at rest
sometimes seems that life is sh-t, but then i remember that
the first time i saw you, the moment so perfect
our att-tudes jolly, that night made it worth it
living to the point, my path was directionless
back then we were kids, time was made for recklessness
but should i have known the ways that i would fall
the call inside my mind, the grind beside it all
would i still commit to sh-t with blind acceptance?
i think i would spit at idea of self arrestin

packaging seconds, time for the smoke
inhale tokes and choke over thoughts awoke
but i won’t croak, least not yet
my life is locked set, right in position
i’m set with submission and avoiding derision
i’ll hold my division with precise indecision
can’t help but be missing lifestyle that i’m leaving
grasp my nostalgia, and move past the greiving

seems like i’m theiving a couple styles and repertoires
but they’re a guideline, and i am set for more
success, destress and gains from the coffer core
if i get doused out, won’t wash out onto the sh0r-
i’m molten as lava, i know that that one’s for sure
if you can’t believe it put phone under pot and gorge now
stuffed with a meal, braised with flames of heavens, is this even real? yeah a shame i doubt it
we’re inside the matrix, sentiment is present
i allow the angle, that i could’ve made it
in our real life, go back to the real strifes
i don’t wanna do it anymore makes me contrite
now allow me to pull plug and i’ll lay off
but don’t take that as a sign that i’ll take off

- arranged godly

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