[Verse 1: Mistah Marvel]
Storyteller! Storyteller! Ha
Better come with something better ha
The last they saw me I was dressed up - suit and tie
Porcelain and razors, but no suicide
Always used this art to tell the truest, I
Bet that I'd be fluent
But it's stupid to be prudent while sitting front of a nudist
Or a Jewish chick, or student
I had moves for different movements
But my motives just ain't do it
Memoirs of a Villain
I...never cry over spilled milk
Guess my pride may mean more to them
I feel a lot of people wanna see success from me
Always asking more, but just delivering the less to me
Butt ass naked but at least I got accessories
Started rocking gold again, somehow it's more a blessing
We...grow older and we ask questions
And that doubt that's in our tone starts to dampen our impressions
Lots of people ask me
What's the married life like?
Is it scary?
Waking up to someone every - day?
Do you feel like you carry
The load of the breadwinner, or are you more of the Married
With Children Type? Is she Peggy? Is she Lois?
Is she ready
For a Junior? Boy they betting That I'm next in my circle of friends
Right now there's no baby talk
I still gaga when my lady walk
Ain't no funds for no Brady bunch
Unless I'm betting on Brady just before he's off
I'm taking Counting Measures, I'm so Michael Dudikoff
Worst part of growing up is knowing you can't do all
Or even worse: risking-taking means that you can lose it all
Shit...that is where I been
I learned hard not to mix real money and friends!
Yeah cause niggas ain't loyal, and these niggas ain't in
Only Day 1 niggas be with you 'til the end

[Chorus]
That was a dream I had
When I woke up, I wrote this cause I want it so bad
So bad!
So bad!
So bad!
This is where I been
It's so bad!
So bad!
So bad!
Yeah!

I had a really bad breakdown
Reminiscing I think I'm getting the shakes now
I cut my locs in the process
Me and my girl have long talks
Long walks just to air out the frustrations
Every sprout needs a little sunshine for gestation. Ha
Deep long meditation
Irregular nigga just needing regulation
I think of last year and think of all the people gone
And how they touched our lives and how we feeling lost
Whole 14hrs, I was hearing God
He said, "I'm trying to get you right, that's why you be feeling odd
That's why you fall hard, cause you don't want to hear me, Marv. I gave you two ears, but you be busy speaking"
Ummm
I'm just the prodigal son
If I grow up just a little, I'm a prodigy, bruh
And this life I live's a story - it's the Odyssey, huh?
I keep my music real as fuck admire honesty so
Everybody can relate; think of how far we can go
We leave a few people far behind
Ain't no crying if them onions go' be caramelized
I just come alive
When I'm on stage
I feel I've come home
Therapeutic for those long days

[Bridge]
This is where I been
New Story Told
We out with the new
Letting go of the old

I love you
I need you
I love you
I need you
I need you to see the real me