How’s it going to be When my semi-charmed life Catches fire around me? Should I jump? God watched me yesterday I could have jumped Should I jump? I’m not going to God is watching

Like Ludeau's "Bad Blood" Let this shade pour like a flood  Abracadabra envious bitches  Oh how your weave itches  Don't be jealous of that good blood Let it flood  Your soul Like eating bananas from Dole  Used to be each others' haters Now we're Intelligence's instigators  It's fate Congratulate  Us, still creating words Abracadabra, fly birds 

Am I good enough?  It's hard to tell  You don't look me in the eyes anymore Maybe we're over Maybe one day I'll accept that Another Christmas is here  There's no presents under the tree Not from you  Just one from me to me  A box with my heart in it 

Pushed far Aggression tolled Bad looks Good soul Sharp words Strong fists Good boy Not a pussy   Remains centered Fights himself Takes happiness Not man’s toy

Stop the train I'm not your toy for heaven sakes Why are you in my dining cabin? You are really that hungry for me I'm not coming for you Don't't knife me while licking my shoes This is my train. Peace. Tranquility.  Love uses my name for prosperity Not a vulture thirsty for life Get your own train

Are you thirsty? You want my holy water My destiny to be fulfilled An envious soul rots in the cemetery You can’t have everlasting beauty Step off my blessings Let my light shine I’ll hydrate your inspiring roots Play nice my brothers I’m just a Southern glass of sweet tea