Freestyle on a Thursday Afternoon - Quadeca

I said, you were like a broken bone

Never really let it heal, something that I don’t condone

Wanted to ignore that it was broken, so it broke some mo'

Now that shit’s so fucked, I can’t replace it, like my broken phone

Broken glass, can’t find a G' that’s parted overlaps

Hold me back on the overpass, movin' more than fast

Now I’m goin' through my class like a walking dead

I keep fighting fire with more fire, I’m a talking head

She said that she wanna dance, I would rather talk instead

She wantin' to follow me, I would rather block instead

Just released the album, but I need to do this song again

Turned around the corner, feel the bounty that is on my head

Not to kill me, they just wanna come get me alive

They just wanna see me once, don’t wanna go deep inside

I been in the public eye, I wonder why I even hide

It don’t fuckin' matter, 'cause they readin' me between the lines

Realize that there was nothing they could even find

I just can’t investigate, like motherfuckin' CSI

Now I’m feelin' free enough to make a eagle cry

One day they gon' put off my success in an all-seeing eye

No more Wi-Fi, so I had to get the notepad

Oh, rad, I’m just tryna get to not so bad

All this music will expire, it could go bad

Those fads, who gon' really last when it all goes black?