Artist: Cedric Till / Concrete Cee
Title: "In the waters of oblivion"
Produced by: Orlando Ippolito / Sick Rat

[Verse]
History matters not, I'd rather not contend with that logic
Of disregarding what was done in one's favor
No games were played, though she's ending up on waivers
Result of being drafted too high, I overrated her
Blind to what I gave her, nurturing and care
Constructive criticism, only wished to make her greater
Despite arguing otherwise, it never made a
Difference, as to what would pique her interest
Seeing as she'd rather go back to whoever ditched her
Instead of truly listen to her inner voice as I insisted
Given the chance, she wouldn't go the distance
Spit in my hands extended, that's the limit
I pretended to encourage her, told her
That she'd made her decision, cause derision ain't my style
I let the cord go, an empty pond ain't made for fishing
Though I'll let her drown, in the waters of oblivion
And she's deleting comments made to spite him
So he won't see the immaturity that she now displays in trying to like him
Says that if he hurts her again, it'll crush her
That night, I woke from a dream in which he fucked her
I'll make a point to stay away from soulmates
Because they always remind you of who you once was
And it's all too clear that you're better today
My foot is off the pedal now, my hands're off the clay
What else is there to say? Instead of wasting breath
Intended for an attempt to dissuade, I'd rather fade away
Off the turn-around, make or miss, walk it off
Scoff at the fact you wanna talk after the match
Let's get some things clear, I'm contending for a ring here
You're trying to make the lottery, tanking like you're 'bout to be
Good in a couple years, but tomorrow's not promised
You traded your glue guy for the scrub who kept failing
To make the roster - Let's be honest
Everything is off, even his posture
I guess, it is get in where you fit in
But the chip is off my shoulder now, good riddance...