"Outro" as written by Keir Lamont Gist, Anthony Shawn Criss and Vincent "vinnie" Brown....
Beautiful…
Dangerous season, the fall of youth
Souls wither
Like gold diggers, we follow suit
The booth is starting to feel small
I should feel appalled
Instead, I feel it all and can’t call it
My heroes had the heart to lose the life I wanna live
In the end I’m hoping that I take less than I give
We go through stages – I ain’t talking ’bout gigs
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout famous when I talk about big
Prophetic poetics
Connect my life to my words
Some cause playback pain, right to the nerves
For me
It’s hard to hear
That you’re hard of hearing
Didn’t believe I was deaf (def) until some cheques started clearing
That’s a different kind of clarity
And love for your brother
That’s a different kind of charity
Yeah, I rap fearlessly
But I act carelessly
When I’m busy on my grizzly
I’m a quarter bi-polar, bear with me
The rarest breed
Nah, I’m just a parakeet
I talk what I hear
I do what they do and I hate what I fear
Ya see, a simple animal
Sin and sincerity
But when I get carried away…
You carry me.
TSOL.


Lyrics submitted by MoogLee

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