I Went to the well,
Too many times,
I Went to well,
To wish you well.

I went to well,
To tell you goodbye,
I went to well,
To see you set sail

Oooh, oooh yeah.
I Went to the well,
To the well,
To the well.
Lord I tried,
Truly I did.
I Went to well,
To speak to the dead.
I Went to the well,
To speak to my best friend.

I went to the well,
To make my tears disappear,
I went to the well,
To look back on all our years.

Throwing all my coins in the well,
Because I wish you were here.
To make me laugh,
And To make me cry.
Wishing I didn’t have to say goodbye.

Oooh, oooh yeah.
I Went to the well,
To the well,
To the well.
Lord I tried,
Truly I did.
I went to the well,
To speak with my friend.
I went to the well,
Because I promised we’d be friends till thee end.

To thee end.
Oh Lord, to thee end.
Till my time comes,
And I can get to see my friend once again.

Most can’t understand me, to be honest I don’t understand me either,
All because I won’t conform to all ya sheepish lizards.
Snaking each other in order to eat all the gizzards.
In a land where everyone is ******* bitter,
Spitting around their toxic chatter.
Last time I checked my business isn’t apart of your matters.
Last time I checked you were not my creator.
Thinking you know better,
Stop it I’m only filled with so much laughter.
To me your advice is like anime filler.
Womp, a womp womp like some Charlie Brown chatter.
And I don’t **** with snakes, I only **** with ladders.
They say Life is a board game that results from domino factors.
But if everything is by chance, then I’m ok with being seen as the mad hatter.
A conspiracy thinker, that goes outside the box to find more and better answers.
Instead of sitting on ones *** like the rest of yawl wankers.
That be crying about the **** I spit, but sorry I don’t make music for ******* toddlers.
If you want family friendly entertainment go watch Mr.Rodgers.
And if you keep acting like a little *****, I’ll have to get you a shock collar.
For most of yawl are second rate bug zappers.
And I am the beyonder.
Your nick miller.
I’m the Undertaker.
Your Rob Schneider.
I’m Christopher Plummer.  
Hook:
Look We ain’t in the same league,
You best believe, don’t **** with my expertise.
Yawl ain’t real, yawl fake as a weave.
I’m the Havarti, your the blue cheese.
You can’t measure up to me.
So back off, with all your pathetic critiques.
And just respect the technique.
Verse 2:
Respect the technique or prepare to take heat.
Smoked out and hung from one’s feet.
Ain’t no way to opt-out as I won’t fall for your deceit.
Do you think I’m fresh from the teet?
For I’m not one you can simply defeat.
Or be blind sided by all your *******.
Why can’t you see?
Why do you lean on Ignorance?
******* around, drugged out, like Charlie sheen.
Why do you fake innocence?
We are all ugly on the inside?
But a lot of yawl ugly on the outside too!
I guess some people can’t escape or hide?
Escape or hide from what is actually true.
Ooohhh!
From what is true.
Hating on my technique.
Hating that unlike you I’m actually unique.
Hating that I have the courage to not be a sheep.
Consuming the feed the media forces into you and me.
Getting us addicted to toxicity, in order to not say a little peep.
Can’t you see we are not actually free?
Can’t you see you’re overdosing on deceit?
If only you weren’t to blind to see.
You might just learn to respect the technique.
Hook:
Look We ain’t in the same league,
You best believe, don’t **** with my expertise.
Yawl ain’t real, yawl fake as a weave.
I’m the Havarti, your the blue cheese.
You can’t measure up to me.
So back off, with all your pathetic critiques.
And just respect the technique.

He got the sauce, he got the sauce driving around in a purple Lamborghini like Ric Ross.
Ya I got the sauce, he got the sauce.
Verse 1
Driving around fronting like a boss.
Feel the connection, better come correct kid.
For in the hood one is always in need of some protection.
And if ya don’t ya best watch your neck kid.
It’s all about respect kid.
So better watch your mouth kid.
Because yawl be dead if ya ever start snitching.
For If you wanna survive you just gotta be packing.
And If you wanna a meal on your plate than ya better start stealing.
Just be careful because the pigs always creeping.
Watching our houses, tapping our phones,  
Every day and every weekend.
For there is no freedom in the project zone.
It’s like gulag out here man, with gangs all trying to sit on the iron porcelain throne.
But it doesn’t mean ****, for the government will still be the true al capoene.
Testing out their drugs on us like we lab rats.
Using racism and propaganda to keep us on our backs.
Which makes makes me wonder why the rest of our society don’t just neuter these ***** cats?
****! But as long as...
He got the sauce, he got the sauce driving around in a purple Lamborghini like Ric Ross.
Ya I got the sauce, he got the sauce.
Verse 2
Stunting with my money like a true mob boss!
You want power?
You want respect?
You want to fly around in a purple jet?
Than ya better come correct.
I feel ya J, we gotta makes them waves.
Like a big kahuna, drinking some corona.
Coming in like a super hero to save the day.
We will be the rulers, taking out the opposition like a true mobster.
And ya might think us monsters, but we just doing what we can with this natural disaster.
That you created, ya I ain’t faded.
Opportunity for all, in this world so devastated.
From Atlanta to the bronks.
Only got one rule, which is don’t be a foolish punk.
You gotta think smart and not just rely on luck.
For every dog has its day, so be careful where you run a muck.
Just as long as you never forget...
He got the sauce, he got the sauce driving around in a purple Lamborghini like Ric Ross.
Ya I got the sauce, he got the sauce.
Got that money, power, and fame like Kriss kross.
Do you got that sauce?
Does he have that sauce?
Because if you don’t, than that’s a loss.
So remember to never lose that sauce.

The taste of tire on my breath,
Carbonization fills my lungs,
Oil floods out like tears,
The inner mechanizations of my mind.
Are like Polluted veins,
Do you trust the insane?
Poisoned personality defending prideful mediocrity.
What the **** do want from me?

Garbage spoken broken man.
Lost my senses,
For I’m technologically co-dependant.
When shall I fear?
When shall I see?
When shall I listen?
Addicted to this mindless state.

Wanting more.
Consuming more.
Risking more.
Don’t even have to leave my door.

Watching more.
Brainwashed connoisseur,
Empty even when I got what I was searching for.
This isn’t what I asked for!

The taste of exhaust on my breath,
Radiation filling my lungs,
Oil floods out like tears,
The inner mechanizations of my mind.
Are like Polluted veins,
Do you trust the insane?
Poisoned personality defending prideful mediocrity.
Will I ever regain my humanity!

Humanity x4

Ohhhh yeaaahh! Oooohhh yeah!
Ohhhh yeaaahh! Oooohhh yeah!

I’m on that mountain.
Looking back at my past.
And I see..
The emotions that laid roots...
And I...
Reflect on my errors...
And I...
Move on my from there.

Ohhhh yeaaahh! Oooohhh yeah!
Ohhhh yeaaahh! Oooohhh yeah!

I’m on that mountain.
Smiling for the first time
And I...
Know it won’t be the last time.
And I...
Have gained some wisdom from my mistakes.
And I..
Am ready to go down to that valley again.

Ohhhh yeaaahh! Oooohhh yeah!
Ohhhh yeaaahh! Oooohhh yeah!

Dulled passion, lingering fire.
Sailing across my empty desires.
Strayed away from my paths for so long.
Sustained pretender believing nothings wrong.

Prolonged suffering, becoming my new friend.
Tedious tendencies paying dividends.
Lost everything by gambling.
Red-eyed monster got a hold of me.

And I...
Just wanna break away.
Just want to feel ok.
Just want to be sober some day.
But today is not that day.
But today I’m just a slave.
But today I hate myself.
Drinking my pain away.

Tossing and turning, losing sleep.
Pegged to the ground, as a black sheep.
Melancholy Malcolm, maladapted mongrel.
Maliciously troublesome, painted as hostile.

And I...
Just wanna break away.
Just want to feel ok.
Just want to be sober some day.
But today is not that day.
But today I’m just a slave.
But today I hate myself.
Drinking my shame away.

Thinking back at the times I laughed.
When reality made sense to me.
Thinking back at the times I cried.
When reality came undone for me.
Thinking back at the time I screamed.
When people kept leaving me.
Thinking back at the time I said nothing.
When my words could’ve changed something.

Wishing I could break away.
Wishing I could say I’m ok.
Wishing I could be sober some day.

But today is not that day.
But today I’m just a slave.
But today I hate myself.
Drinking my life away.

Tranquility bestirs my antiquated heart.
Burdened reputation bestowed my gaze.
Trifle steps that flow like martial arts.
That defers my attention from your lies.
Idled mind; fooled by greener grass.
That brought forth jealousy to stir the ***.
The *** filled with lustful thoughts.
That hath tangled me in her grasp.
Like a cricket in a web.
I knew not to trust that black widow.
A las, I was bewitched by Medusa’s eyes.
This mistresses mischief brings sorrow.
That steals away more than just smiles.
I guess you can say;
Curiosity killed this cat nine times over.