StoryofSaint - Authentic Hours Lyrics

I swear to God, I want to just slit my wrist and end this bullshit
Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit and squeeze
Ain't no boy on the corner, "But you're black so what do we call ya?"
Jungle explorer, Mr. Drowning-In-The-Water
Mr. Witness-All-The-Slaughters if an opp crosses the border
I've lived death, hate love, alright enough with oxymora
Hooligan Kapona, grew up around the stoners, now a lyrical performer, ain't never altered my persona
To fit in, still a loner, heart cold as the polar, flip the script all over on the eye of the beholder
Bars in my holster like granola, they'll say "He never told us", nigga please move over
Don't associate with cobras, they can bite but got composure
Complaining like a toddler, go and suck an areola
Young GNTLMN, I'll pull up in my loafers or a trackie, couldn't care about the solar
Depends which side of my shoulder's the real provoker
Saint don't keep it mediocre
Death is f*cking calling me
This is me breaking the tension, tryna 'cause prevention of all the thing that I mention
Avoiding the damn sentence, you won't catch me in detention
Loaded with intentions to bring you to new dimensions, may I have your attention?
World's full of deception, extinguishers start flexing and candles feel the affection
I do not see the connection of your profound obsession to call this shit some "Heaven on Earth"
It's not the same thing
If I was fake, I'd be accepted but I'm real and up for dissection
All my energy to resurrect him
Life's a renowned asshole, rectum
No shit, you reckon? Enough with passive aggression, I don't need your damn suggestions
Power in me that's vested, if you think that you're destined
Take the fate of a king, must be a jester or an heiress
Ain't the one but you should fear us when I come through like I'm Beerus
No, I ain't providing clearance but I respect the resilience
Sick of niggas lying, sick of bitches hawking
Matter-fact, I'm sick of talking