Can't Go Back (To MOD Pizza) Video (MV)

It's a marathon, it's all one long song
I'm apart of, this isn't just one single verse
It's a curse, this lyrical talent
I take the pen to the paper like a mallet
And still nobody's about it
Nobody is as ill as I am
Sometimes I even like to compare myself to WHAM
But we're not putting anything in the heart
In my job, this is the hardest part
All your problems can't be solved at Wal-Mart
Maybe Target, because sometimes you got to aim with the dart
My rhymes just went off into the deep end
Uh-oh, I can't swim, I'm drowning
It's all a message I'm trying to send
When I say I feel like Tupac, I'm not kidding
I feel like their spirits are in me, their doing their bidding
But even though I can spit a bar from afar
You still act like nothing's happening
I feel lost in the dark
I miss Kobe, man, I miss Gigi
I got all these problems within me, this isn't rap, it's a poem
You're probably fishing, waiting for the catch
"What's got Connor in his feels?"
"Did he forget to eat his meals?" Kinda
It's way more depressing, I'm not cross dressing
My feelings regressing
So here it is, call it Paul Pierce, it's the truth
I've been banned from 26 MOD Pizza locations across the U.S.
I think it was time I confess
I like myself a Mini MOD, some fresh basil and sausage
Can't go back, now, my taste buds are being held hostage
I've been banned from 26 MOD Pizza locations across the U.S.
I think it was time I confess
I like myself a Mini MOD, some fresh basil and sausage
Can't go back, now, my taste buds are being held hostage
Sad shit, man
Wish I could go back, wish I could go back, yeah
I miss the warm, polite greeting
"Welcome to MOD, sir, what can I get you today?"
They would always say, they used to say
But I can't go back, man, I can't
I'm banned, I'm banned
The first time I got banned
I flashed my nuts on some pepperoni
They didn't want to hear my testimony
I can call it some baloney
Ridiculous
Second time I got banned
I yelled a racial slur in the dining area, they asked me to leave
I refused, "I love MOD!"
Suddenly, I take my pizza and heave
It at the worker, his face is covered in
Marinara, then they say sayonara
Kicked me out, I'm not aloud to come back
"No!" And I shout
That was the 2nd time, sad shit
All locations got pictures of me posted on the wall
I fall into depression
Knowing I can't go back to MOD Pizza at all
This is pain, this is torture
What makes them think they can cause this much
Disorder, it's making me a hoarder
I'm an addict, the employees think they can restrict
Their establishment from me, it's ridiculous
I've been banned from 26 MOD Pizza locations across the U.S.
I think it was time I confess
I like myself a Mini MOD, some fresh basil and sausage
Can't go back, now, my taste buds are being held hostage
I've been banned from 26 MOD Pizza locations across the U.S.
I think it was time I confess
I like myself a Mini MOD, some fresh basil and sausage
Can't go back, now, my taste buds are being held hostage
One day, one day I'll do back
To MOD Pizza, where I belong
It's unreal, injustice