Let me go pack my baggage i check the mail for a package, a letter to buy a casket and one for an Easter basket. My pistol i have to pack it in case someone is a savage, my rifle is in the attic its polymer never plastic. My daddy he never taught me to be a man my brothers did, i know how my mother did sister with a couple kids. bullied by them other kids i remember my cousin kicked one of them off my bucket list. Wishing i could go back with this knowledge have a discussion with my younger self on some other shit but it's not possible though I keep moving through obstacles with my groove in the body movements and become reclusive. Written exclusive with lyrics i guess i have to prove it, each of its sold separately batteries not included. Make you get right into it and start to recite your new shit, I place a cup of ice in my music you might consume it. If i don't like you then I might just let my rifle do it. We make it physical i could've been your miracle she's a different individual who would suffer from ridicule. Maybe she's beneficial whenever she gets the pistol, im hoping its not an issue if i ever do it with you. Don't play me or try erasing me one day you'll go replacing me, though i loved you more gracefully I don't care what you say to me. It's too late for me i might see you when im 83 ill be snapping my back to a crazy beat by 2083.