Find Me, Pt. III Testo

Find me back on my bullshit
Find me...

Find me
Hiding behind words again
Isolated in the lab until the birds sing, uh
It ain't like my Halle Berry 'bout to burst in, so
Ain't no cat in the lap of the hermit king getting stroked;

Find me all up in the questions, eating oats, like How many times you say goodbye before it means hello?
And why them signs come around when I need 'em the most?
All these questions, I need a feature from Mos; uh

Find me
Getting roasted by my guy for overthinking
Then going home to think over how he meant it
Find me in the moment, only focused on the next
On that dough, that verse, that love, hope, world, sex, like..

Find me on my bullshit
They say hope is for the foolish
Eah
Find me, back on my bullshit
They said hope is for the foolish
I said, new hope, who dis?

Find me tryna choose when
Both pills hard to swallow whether blue or red
My dude said if he decide to find the exit He'd see to it his room tidy when he left it...
(say wha...??)

Mm mm
You don't get to leave man, ain't you heard?
Ima get us good seats so when the circus tent burn
We can see who's face melt first;

Find me, on a date trying not to roll my eyes
While tryna read the teleprompter of the mind, uh
Tryna find a queen before the chessboard ends
Ey yo, prolly find me going out like Lee Morgan, uh

Before I jet, find me watching my six
My whole village ready for that M. Night Shamalan twist
Its ain't over till its over, til our pockets all thick, yeah
I be on my Trent, on that quick corner kick, like..

Find me on my bullshit, yeah
They say hope is for the foolish
Yeah
Find me, back on my bullshit
They said hope is for the foolish
I said, new hope, who dis?

(Who dis?... oh....I don't know em..)