1. Maaan, you must be crazy
To think that I’m going to hold it all in
To reflect your blurry image of masculinity
You ain’t no mirror of mine
Light does not bounce between us
When I stand naked
Before a modest vanity
2. It makes no sense for rock to float
It makes no sense for water to dig graves
It makes no sense to know you are vast yet refuse to acknowledge your sky
Don’t hold it in, not when ocean water presses its skin against sunrise
I won’t hold it in, not when rushing water wears solid rock like old garments
3. Why should I hold it in?
Bruh, for whom would I be saving face?
I know who I am
I know Jesus wept
Why can’t you? Why can’t I?
Are we not vast? Are we not sky?
Maaan, gone and cry