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Hey Back to square uno I'm still tryna feed my daughter off this tune-o I don't know when I'ma meet her, I can't be debted So I interpolate some jazz for the blue notes Nigga, I got one question, is you comin' or not? Is this expression or I'm comin' to rot Let me know before I put my whole soul in a pot Hope I can trust you Show my face at sixteen and had the world in my damn hands What an adrenaline rush, I came for the grand slams Moments of hope was just peekin' out of them samples Made them feel like how I felt 'til I had every answer Passin' wave forms of sun peekin' into a mansion Graduating early, baby, they can't hold me for ransom Went to North Carolina, spent three months in that campus Still got my Aggie pride, but left the fines and advances I blinked and I was sober again Seeing the world in the middle of October again This shit I had up in my hand was a number to morsel I stopped listening when niggas tell me that was a win I learned restlessness from my mom, I get it, honest That magic fleedin', it's ever my amnesia, chronic I'm starvin' my stomach, been twistin' and turnin', sitting hollow You pack these pockets for this future, I swipe it off 'em I said I'm back to square uno (bitch) I'm still tryna feed my daughter off this june-o I don't know when I'ma meet her, I can't be debted So I interpolate some jazz for the blue notes Nigga, I got one question, is you comin' or not? Is this expression or I'm comin' to rot Let me know before I put my whole soul in a pot Hope I can trust you Gramophones sittin' by my fireplaces, gold I got it for the record that they bailed at all the shows My son think it's perfect and it's his age-mates agree But I feel like I got a million more tries to go Ran around the world more times than I can count Had the check clear more times than I can pout Then came home, the clumps of wool sittin' on the floor 'Cause the teeth of my self doubt sunk right in the couch Ever since the room saw them fangs growin' out Never left that first square, I got grades goin' out They all in the open for my little boy to see I cannot decide if I want him to mirror me The good news is that I don't gotta make a choice 'Cause he gon' do it anyways, a spite of what I could voice I wish him good luck when he travel down the path And if he find a balance then we both gon' rejoice