Critical Acclaim

[Intro]

Well, I could hear it in the suite, in the hotel suite

And then sometimes when I went, when Kim lived on 70th-somethin' street

And I would go upstairs with Diddy, you could hear the shit in the hallway

And I would just shake my head when he'd come out

[Verse 1]

Every terror has a biblical script

So he could reason with error and the sins he commit

It's written, 6:32, your Proverbs read strong

Know that I bleed long, when your enkephalin jogs

And you pack your bags then you hurry home

Tryin' to purify the house of those who taught me wrong

Ubiquitous in our hip-hop songs

Commemoration of the patriarchal brawn that the man brought on

Look, matrifocal focus was stripped and beat to a limp

Loose coinin' of the terms, heard your boy was a simp

Sweaty palms when I boggle in awe, tryin' to be one with my God

Why she get it backwards and label me as a dog?

Told my homie start puttin' me on, he Edward Snowden from the whip

Got her wishin' she could just disappear

Titillated in a way you would fear, we not the same

How you fuckin' on a girl that don't want to show face?

[Chorus]

Familiar through flesh, but she don't got a name

Pain in the chest, nigga, that's a cold case

Said you's a flirt, but you really just vain

Said she'd come through, but she never really came

Niggas catchin' bodies for the critical acclaim

You just caught a body, but you feel no shame

You just caught a body, but you feel no shame

What a shame, what a shame, what a shame, uh

[Verse 2]

Shawty so thick he get blurred lines

He took the whole riff, now the court say he got to pay a fine

What's the price on pride? Had to drop everythin' I'm doin'

'Cause she tryin' to move forward, but the past keep pursuin'

She recalls every thought, every smell, every sound

Every touch, every detail way too much

Face in our hands, recollection of times with my mans

The one who'd rather do a whole fight than a dance

It's a trance, big bro'd the most dishonorable niggas

Villainous instances where I found a fatherly figure

'Cause I was dodgin' the nigga, had me rockin' two pairs of jeans

Fuck the other shit, them other niggas gettin' to the cream

Nowadays, I hear the late-night screams and bad dreams

'Cause a nigga's big bro made her misery his theme

Metal in my palm for I hated my enablement

One weird move from a nigga, l'ma blaze his shit

[Chorus]

But when you movin' off guilt then the love ain't the same

You doin' this for her or is you tryin' to save face?

We know your intentions, and you finna see the day

Heard you pick and choose when a shawty should be saved

Heard you catchin' bodies for the critical acclaim

You just want the body just to heal your shame

You just want the body just to heal your shame

What a shame, what a shame, what a shame, uh

[Outro]

And I can't say I embody yo' strife

But I've walked down with that feelin' in life

The best-kept secrets eat our core

Until we can't feel joy anymore