Multiply

What am I made of?

As a whole?

Dirty hormones

Plus some flesh

Plus a soul

Times the times I floated times the times I sank

Times when I levitated times when I tanked

Times when I was more jackass than Steve-O

Times when I treated life like a TiVo

Napped all day to  skip through the weak shit

Knocked the half empty glass over and I spilled all my secrets

Times when I check myself as I grow older

Times when I broke my neck to cry on my own shoulder

Soaking wet, when I skip through the sprinklers

They tried to throw shade, but it slipped through their fingers

Times I got paid for the rhymes that I'm spitting

Times I got laid and really long times that I didn't

Times when I didn't fit and hid it behind obstacles

Times the ambulances times the hospitals

Stack it all, reduce the fractions, put that shit in brackets

Subtract any exaggerations I added, and there you have it, boys and girls. There's the path

Don't forget to show your math

I try to tell them we won't die

I'll show you how we multiply / x4