They find me face down in the bins takin' out the trash
Still, I won't be told, copacetic, everything is fine
I was carrying too much weight, so I break, habit escalates
Sometimes, I enter rooms and forget why
Got me lookin' stressed, got me lookin' pressed
Got me lookin' vexed in the liquor aisle
Trippin' over names, trippin' over dates
Trippin' over texts, so I style it out
Just the other day, what you tryna say?
What you tryna say? I was lookin' wild
Why does everyone keep buying me books?
Little brother knows the tango
Little bro can sing the blues
Little bro knows lots of things
That he's not afraid to use
He says he knows when I've been drinking
He says he knows when I'm lost
He says he knows when I am lying
And he knows when I am not
But it works both ways, brother
I know you're loving this
My little brother does a lot
My frenemy lives in town and I see him almost twice a week
So we shoot the shit and pretend that this is all it is
God hates the faint of heart, the weak-willed and the profligate
Do you remember summers learning Bible verse?
Got me lookin' stressed, got me lookin' pressed
Got me lookin' vexed, does my breath smell like wine?
Trippin' over names, trippin' over dates
Trippin' over texts, runnin' out of time
Spit it out, bro, what you tryna say?
What you tryna say? I was lookin' wild
What you need to watch is your conniving tongue
Little brother wrote a letter
Little bro prepared a speech
Little bro rehearsed it all
But he will not cop to it
He says he knows when I've been drinking
He says he knows when I'm lost
He says he knows when I am lying
And he knows when I am not
But it works both ways, brother
I know you're loving this
My little brother does the most
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