boy i’m coming from the back
i don’t think that you can see me (i don’t think that you can see me)
boy i’m coming from the back
i don’t think that you can see me (i don’t think that you can see me)

did you see him gassing?
or cynical laughing?
with limited passion, gut jerk reaction
blood red what the funds said
lined up with dumb heads
intellect is scrawny
intimidation punish, sit bench, Johnny
now he jetting to the lobby
shout out to the great ones
introvert, put the cape on, used to the stage son
paying with the fake funds, i get away with it on the daily
cynical and hazy, i’m realistic with this maze life
in and out of two fights
never-ending doom flights
that’s the kind that crash and burn, never learn
same mistakes generate fists of cement and paint
full past falling off the boulder
i wish he wasn’t sober
brain needs the closure
present as he decides it should be over

boy i’m coming from the back
i don’t think that you can see me (i don’t think that you can see me)
boy i’m coming from the back
i don’t think that you can see me (i don’t think that you can see me)

what’s it gonna take to believe me?
it seems too easy, i see it through a screen see seek sloths out the mainstream
not below these brain feeds, in and out of blank scenes
focus for a second thanks please, need you here in mind peace
leave me how you find me i don’t fucking mind g
toe tendons flexing, that’s adrenaline reflection
flexing over impressions, son i came to let the reckless show
piecing how the puzzle go, no trail can’t follow those
midas, got the golden flow, i’m floating scoring throws over boring prose
forced closed for safety, more bones for daisies
i’m fucking in the flowers bruh
thinking how it sound to her (i’m thinking how it sound to her)

boy i’m coming from the back
i don’t think that you can see me (i don’t think that you can see me)
boy i’m coming from the back
i don’t think that you can see me (i don’t think that you can see me)

i don’t think that you can see me
i don’t think that you can see me