Intro
[Intro]: For clouds, for pain, for sorrow
For blood on the tip of Cupid's arrow
For time that we beg God to borrow, knowing full well we gon' dishonor Him tomorrow
For sanity, for 'holics, for junky
For freedom, for acres, for donkey
For society, for family, for country
For the parrot and the stars

[Hook]: You are listening to the classical music. What you are witnessing is the last of the truest. (x4)

[Verse]: Out of the whole basket, this apple is rotten - coughing and rocking cradles of little bastards and orphans
Wailing for the death of my status. So it's often wise to get some sleep while true friends are knocking on my coffin
A time to gather my thoughts. I keep it sensible. Release certain memories dark and regrettable
It's medical, the only way to let you off my mental, and get you off my genitals
(You are listening to the classical music.)
It's musical chairs. For each song that ends I lose a friend who reveres my tongue lashing out at the same people he fears
Too ashamed to be different, he walks away in tears
I declare: I offer my sincere apologies for showing that I am one among the prodigies
To give it up right after, to end a perfect chapter
Truth is, I don't need to be another stranded rapper disappointing the fuck outta my momma with the music that I made for her and poppa
And everyone else involved but I'll keep on speaking my mind every day it evolves
[Outro]: This classical music. Classical-classical music. This classical music. Classical music