[Part one]
[Intro]
Back on time
Yo what's up this is AceChristo (talk to em, baby)
Thank you guys for taking the time to listen to the tape
It truly means the world to us (this is serious shit)
Thank you from the bottom of our heart, but wait
Hold up
We. (more reverb)
Got.
One. (more reverb)
More.
For.
Y'all (yuh!) (woof!)

We made this shit so when you play it your friends will be like "damn son where'd you find this??"
We may not have J.I.D. on the track but you know who we do got?
AceChristooooo (& Slake!)
(woooo) (Jerry, clap)
(We ruin everything we touch)

[Verse 1]
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
If I don't make it back on time
Don't wait up for me
Don't wait up for me
Nah nah
Ay ay ay
Look,

I don't make radio hits
I make music that maybe someday you can play for your kids
Cranial shit
Leaves a lingering you can taste on your lips
Even pull me out your pocket for rainy days if you wish

[Hook]
Does it make you happy now?
Make you happy now?
Would it make you happy now?
Make you happy now?

[Verse 2]
I just want to see my friends at the function
Never have to punch in
Never waste a minute on pretty petty assumptions
I've made of habit of doing shit cuz I love it
Like singing Yada Yada with all of my little cousins

Got me wishing for a simpler time
I remember we met some legends on 11th and Pine
Heaven was a balaclava
We protected the line
I can't believe I'm bout to be 25.
It's fine but like

I still got a problem with perfection (mmmmm)
There will come a time when you gotta unlearn some lessons (mhm)
They don't really tell you your twenties are gonna hurt for a second (mmm-mmmmm)
Cuz I still got million little unheard questions (mmmmm like)

Would it make you happy now?
Make you happy now?

[Part 2]

Still got more to stomach save a nugget for the outro

Outro.

Violent is the slow tremble

I spin the tale like the end of a spider's web
In the lion's den I remember the sonnet from psilocybin heads

Waiting for the sword to drop

In lieu of David the Goliath wept
In lieu of you I put to page what I could never send

I was so aware you knew me

What a life unspent

I must have missed the stop.

(Let it breath)

Violent is the slow-

I swear I had tear my own tongue and tie it into a stethoscope just to hear that I'd been calling for help.
Cuz in the last 6 months I've swallowed more than maybe I was intended to
Met my stomach told him fend for yourself.
You never swam on your own
But how the mind it love to drift when your lids close
Slowly my heart it lifts to my throat.
Maybe with this you could float.
Or maybe then we could finally atone for all the inaudible blows we didn't know.
Or maybe we didn't notice.

I wrote a note of the perfect secrets you told me but I sold it with my previous phone,
And if I'm totally honest at times I smoke just for somewhere to go,
But get to thinking scary thoughts on my own.
That ain't the life that I post.
If never cappin' I'd caption my latest snap "It's hella hard to see the scars on your folks."
And in regards to the darkest part of the garden say we all gotta go,
But I swear I'm starting to argue with ghosts.

I start to spar with the arc of a starving artist I'm haunted by all the harm I just didn't know I had lodged in your bones.
Smoldering home from a brush fire I hushed; trying to stop the role
But a dying love was the devil I didn't know how to expose.

They say it's all just part of the growth.
All just part of the growth.

Whatever,
Mid.