The Return by Ubi Fumus Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I've got a lot on my mind
I've got a typewriter and a bottle of wine
I've got a lighter that lights like part of the time
Times my most precious possession and yes, the hardest to find
I'm wronging people too often, and they're callin' my line
Tell them all that I'm fine, though I know they know I'm probably lying
I went from prodigy, to how does he dodge poverty without any rhymes
It's not modesty I honestly am doubting these lines
I swear to god if there's a god then he's got to be blind
Life is a lottery, the water's deep
I gotta rewind and hit pause, I'm working shit jobs
And the mic I'm spitting through you wanna know how much it costs
But shit I made it this far, through everybody realpolitikin'
Like they're Otto von Bismarck
I've been parked, I'm ready for the Autobahn
Most slept on, the critics got their pajamas on
These cats are sweeter than baklava, see you with your collar popped
The only cocktail in my palm is a Molotov
I'm the mother fucker you should tell your Pop and Mama' on
Throne is on lock, I'm right here where I belong
[Verse 2]
But am I really or am I just saying that
I hardly recognize my voice when it's playing back
I've spent days on my bed just laying flat
Doubting every dream as I force myself to face the facts
Like it or not I'm still right on the curb
Writing a verse, lighting herb, getting high as a bird
I'm mad as the world that I try and observe
Don't meet my eyes cause the fire will burn
I'm just trying to inspire the earth
We doing well as we can, cause the times are absurd
So you can judge me off of any fucking line that you've heard
I won't be quiet until the silence of a ride in the herse
Until then, this music's Isaac's highest concern
So if you ever thought I left, let me tell you I have returned
I have returned
I've got a lot on my mind
I've got a typewriter and a bottle of wine
I've got a lighter that lights like part of the time
Times my most precious possession and yes, the hardest to find
I'm wronging people too often, and they're callin' my line
Tell them all that I'm fine, though I know they know I'm probably lying
I went from prodigy, to how does he dodge poverty without any rhymes
It's not modesty I honestly am doubting these lines
I swear to god if there's a god then he's got to be blind
Life is a lottery, the water's deep
I gotta rewind and hit pause, I'm working shit jobs
And the mic I'm spitting through you wanna know how much it costs
But shit I made it this far, through everybody realpolitikin'
Like they're Otto von Bismarck
I've been parked, I'm ready for the Autobahn
Most slept on, the critics got their pajamas on
These cats are sweeter than baklava, see you with your collar popped
The only cocktail in my palm is a Molotov
I'm the mother fucker you should tell your Pop and Mama' on
Throne is on lock, I'm right here where I belong
[Verse 2]
But am I really or am I just saying that
I hardly recognize my voice when it's playing back
I've spent days on my bed just laying flat
Doubting every dream as I force myself to face the facts
Like it or not I'm still right on the curb
Writing a verse, lighting herb, getting high as a bird
I'm mad as the world that I try and observe
Don't meet my eyes cause the fire will burn
I'm just trying to inspire the earth
We doing well as we can, cause the times are absurd
So you can judge me off of any fucking line that you've heard
I won't be quiet until the silence of a ride in the herse
Until then, this music's Isaac's highest concern
So if you ever thought I left, let me tell you I have returned
I have returned