The Path One Didn't Choose

Chill, Noah
I'm truly upset; I've been back & forth with this, I have a woman I love
But there's one I can't forget
Chill now; I figured I'd keep it real now
Only because women like her tend to label me and cut off my words
And not realize my vernacular, step back for a second
I guarantee you would've seen an ugly obsession
Especially when you photographed love for me, so I could see it's progression
Then rip it in half; in turn having to deal with it in my retrospective
Your favorite thing to smoke learned it's lesson, don't let the Portuguese woman
With the lips that don't fully close, inhale all the smoke
Because in due time, she'll choke, and exhale her thoughts
Pull down her shades, say she loves how you feel
STILL covering the windows to her soul
Say how she loves how I took the words right out of her throat
Let the smoke billow to keep on course
Maybe HAZE does still have some wishes and wants
And maybe jealousy arises when she talks
To the point he'd try to touch heaven again to amnesia her from his thoughts
Naw...

Chill, God
I get hysterical when I think about how we used to flip shit in our favor
Thought that everything was ours -- no neighbors
Gravity was our only law
She knew Karma but never introduced us until MY downfall
You see;
She had a man she kept secret from the one she kept saying she was feeling
The that could connect so quick with
And if there was a fight, there was a make-up within a matter of New York minutes
The way her mind worked was sexually appealing
And felt even moreso on the same song chords as her due to the time I had given
The long jet-black hair, the unruly independence
Her style, the way she always criticized my lyrics -- but fell in love with it's rhythm
She knew every cadence in which to speak in every line I have written
Even if she hadn't read it yet
Plus, at this time some things feel like a mistake if I don't write these lines
Because wrong feelings shouldn't ever feel right
Let that settle in your thoughts...

Chill, love
This is no skeleton confession, this is an expression
And if you only knew the half, you'd know how much each letter has pressed in
And how this stress-lifts my frame, the only thing that hurts
Is when you still have the nerve to say my nickname gives you a feeling of protection
I mean oral contraception, rid your mouth of me -- and not just the weed
Not just anything you believe to be just
Because whether I was just a phase or just an easy fuck
I met my match, and it was hard to give up
Six years of searching, you were hard to keep in my lungs
Every breath was your name, for you it was hard to live up
Then you came with your contradiction,
"Either make it rain or we'll grey cloud the car until you cave.
Or break apart what they say is the best man to walk this planet to this day.
You're so underrated; why don't niggas ever see your way?"
Good question E -- then again, why do women such as you back away;
When all a nigga ever wanted was to find an escape?
Saying we connect but could never correlate...

Chill, HAZE.