Daily Duppy, Rapthology, yeah
Every time you turn your back I turn the page
And now the chapter's called The One Who Got Away
Forget the moral cah my moral still the same
Different title but tomorrow's still the same
The synopsis of the story of the break
It won't be long before I pick you up again
I didn't ever judge your content by the case
But I can read you by the words you never say
You pick me up, you put me down, you pick me up again
And then you forced me to go entertain another friend
But she didn't love me, she just left me on the shelf
She put me down, she pick me up, she put me down again
The summer wasn't summarised the way I wanted it
Hard back, I ain't really into politics
Der, der, der, der, der, derbrain
Turn, turn, turn, turn, turn
I turn you over
I like the look of you
I leave you open
Come back and finish you
The more I hold you
The more I'm into you
You keep me focused
It's kind of spiritual (Biblical)
But I ain't one that's gonna fall for all the glossary
I ain't into non-fiction, that's hiprocrisy
'Cause you don't even want the king, you want the monarchy
The way you read between the lines, it used to bother me
You put a margin on my vibe like I haven't got a spine
I don't wanna hear you cry about your index all the time
When you're ready to decide if you want a different guy
He'll be written in the day and get published by the night
Literally I'll just write you off and make the plot twist
Without a synopsis, guilty as my conscience
I say I'm misunderstood
I've been hiding feelings in my book
That's the reason why I'm content
I'ma god blessed yout'
When you met me, god blessed you
But your head's offkey
Smoking on the louder zoot
I can't take the volume too
Still I precall you, FaceTime, iPhone view
[?] the sceneries cute
So I breeze right through
Two sides, I cannot make up my mind
I'm bending over backwards, I'm breaking my spine
Tell me if it's written, I'm changing the lines
I'm heading to the library to get me some quiet
I prefer silence to speaking sometimes
Gathering my thoughts got me reaching my prime
I prefer the morning to evening sometimes
That's why I give you credit for feeling my vibe
So maybe if you didn't exist
I'd probably end up stupid or thick
Still this is like a sequel
Ex girl, you ain't my equal
Flicking through the pages of my recall
Free until I'm regal
Gassed, that's why I can read you
Written in unleaded, not in diesel
Fire for the people
Now they're saying that I'm hard bodied
So much paper for the stapler, need a hard copy
They keep talking about the wave, I've got a shark on me
Moving foul will get you booked, the bookmark's on me
If you're tryna write a novel, you should start on me
The paragraphs on me
I wear my heart on my sleeve and
It's written in bold for you to see it
But we remain on the same frequency
But we remain on the same frequency
