Palm Readers - Marlowe

Never liked my appeal

Stick to the drill, kick your stone uphill

I’ll sleep when I feel, write that down in my

Quarter past twelve, still not phased

Quota met gas, straight octane

From the old ways, learned some new things

Gotta give thanks for the scrapes off the loose change

Just to dig crates for the brakes, tryna move thangs

Something we can lace and not get yanked by the shoe strangs

Shoulda been more patient, bit the plate, got a loose fang

Still they know I’m capable, mistakes I might have made a few, that’s way

before the mood change

Life on betterment, there’s no telling it, made through my revenant

Gave to my brethren, father dropped hella jewels

Said that I look better rich and now I got that fever pitch

In room, I’m the elephant

You can read my palms for the evidence

All my days are long, counting scars like a veteran

Up until the dawn, from the dawn and I’m settling

Bard in the residence, bars for the medicine, far from the elements

Not the one to meddle with, don’t know where my era is

Even on the edge, I never slip

And I stay up on this shift, put some etches on the checklist

Bacon for the breakfast, praying for the restless

You come with me

Okay, okay, I’ll come with you

It ain’t far

Quarter past eight, still got my head on straight

Because my walls don’t talk and my alarm don’t shake

I evolved in the dark, turned my home to a base

Kept the ball in my park, watched it all fall in place

When it all falls apart, I keep it moving like a freight

Got no problem staying wake, I got so much left at stake

I just got up from the rubble, never crumble under weight

I just beat another struggle, put the supper on a plate

Nothing could unread the eyes, tried to hide but the shine

You made it just in time, I’ve been putting overtime

At night I come alive, nothing you could undermine

Need you to pick a side, got that from my mother’s side

Catch me staying up at night, never flip that open sign

Never pick another sky, just the way I hold ties

Always chasing old highs, catch me in that coal mine

They be sleep with both eyes but I never close mine

You can read my palms for the evidence

All my days are long, counting scars like a veteran

Up until the dawn, from the dawn and I’m settling

Bard in the residence, bars for the medicine, far from the elements

Not the one to meddle with, don’t know where my era is

Even on the edge, I never slip

And I stay up on this shift, put some etches on the checklist

Bacon for the breakfast, praying for the restless

We need to redirect it

Or find a new directive (yeah)

It ain’t in the objective, doin' objective shit

I want you to meet a new guy what’s gonna with us, this is uh

There’s no runaways here, man, why don’t you run away?

Can I, can I, can I—?