Return to the Attic
Savan DePaul
GENRE
[Verse 1]
DePaul, what do you do if you die by your lonesome?
That's a question I thought of
It’s just something I brought up
I'm too caught up in my own medulla oblongata
While enemies practicing [?]
I [?] to the martyr
I point to the fathers
But lately I drifted and faltered
I wonder, could Savan even make a father?
I have to make these things, I have to make it farther
[Hook]
The aggression's been so emphatic now
It’s time to return to the attic now
Find the instruments within the context
And burn my scripts, that's life for the progress
The aggression's been so emphatic now
It's time to return to the attic now
Find the instruments within the context
And burn my scripts, that's life for the progress
The aggression's been so emphatic now
It's time to return to the attic now
Find the instruments within the context
And burn my scripts, that's life for the progress
The aggression’s been so emphatic now
It’s time to return to the attic now
Find the instruments within the context
And burn my scripts, that's life for the progress
[Instrumental/Sound Bite]
[Verse 2]
On my old stomping grounds, I remember every single detail of it
But even though it’s above me, I'm above it
I had so many plans for EPs that scrapped in favor of Acid Rain and Scatterbrain plus the Attic tapes
It's best I stay to reflect upon my life now
I've endured through a lot, and I’m quite proud
Even stepped up your rhymes and developed your flow and you're letting it show
Impressive I know
You've progressed a lot past these sessions
Remember when you couldn't [?] a beat to save your own skin?
Your past [?] you showed him
Collaborates now various
In battles you become nefarious as times hilarious
Even gotten amorous with Aryans [?] you carried him
Rapped about aliens, the old self you buried him
In cemeteries with octogenarians
[?] brings back memories
Brings back a lot of memories
DePaul, what do you do if you die by your lonesome?
That's a question I thought of
It’s just something I brought up
I'm too caught up in my own medulla oblongata
While enemies practicing [?]
I [?] to the martyr
I point to the fathers
But lately I drifted and faltered
I wonder, could Savan even make a father?
I have to make these things, I have to make it farther
[Hook]
The aggression's been so emphatic now
It’s time to return to the attic now
Find the instruments within the context
And burn my scripts, that's life for the progress
The aggression's been so emphatic now
It's time to return to the attic now
Find the instruments within the context
And burn my scripts, that's life for the progress
The aggression's been so emphatic now
It's time to return to the attic now
Find the instruments within the context
And burn my scripts, that's life for the progress
The aggression’s been so emphatic now
It’s time to return to the attic now
Find the instruments within the context
And burn my scripts, that's life for the progress
[Instrumental/Sound Bite]
[Verse 2]
On my old stomping grounds, I remember every single detail of it
But even though it’s above me, I'm above it
I had so many plans for EPs that scrapped in favor of Acid Rain and Scatterbrain plus the Attic tapes
It's best I stay to reflect upon my life now
I've endured through a lot, and I’m quite proud
Even stepped up your rhymes and developed your flow and you're letting it show
Impressive I know
You've progressed a lot past these sessions
Remember when you couldn't [?] a beat to save your own skin?
Your past [?] you showed him
Collaborates now various
In battles you become nefarious as times hilarious
Even gotten amorous with Aryans [?] you carried him
Rapped about aliens, the old self you buried him
In cemeteries with octogenarians
[?] brings back memories
Brings back a lot of memories
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