CONCENTRATE (co-prod. by String Tailor)

LIKE YOU

HONESTLY, IDK WHAT THIS IS...BUT IT GOT ME GROOVIN'.

MAKE OUT KIDS NEVER HAD A CHANCE TO BE BEST FRIENDS.

MOOD SWING SIDE TO SIDE, FREAKY FRIDAY FOR NO REASON.

I SPEAK MY OWN SINS; I CANNOT JUDGE ANOTHER.

EVERYONE AND EVERYTHING YOU KNOW WILL BE GONE...

IF I HADN'T FALLEN, I WOULDN'T HAVE MET YOU.

MY GOD, MY GOD, WHY HAVE YOU FORSAKEN ME!?

UP, UP, DOWN, DOWN, LEFT, RIGHT, LEFT, RIGHT, B, A, OR IS IT A, B?

LEFT JAB, RIGHT HOOK, KIDNEY SHOTS, PICK AND CHOOSE...

YOU COULD NEVER BE ME...ONLY I CAN BE ME, BUT YOU'LL ALWAYS BE YOU, AND I COULD NEVER BE YOU.

IF I REALLY AM ME, AND YOU REALLY ARE YOU, WHY WOULD WE WANT TO BE ANYONE ELSE?

I COULD NEVER BE YOU, AND YOU COULD NEVER BE ME...AND WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO ANYWAY?

THERE IS NO PLEASURE IN LOSING ONE'S INNOCENCE, AND YET...IT IS INEVITABLE.

ONE MUST COME CLEAN REGARDING PAST TRANSGRESSIONS OR BE TARNISHED FOREVERMORE...

artist | producer | 731 | ‘92 till infinity