Thank You lyrics
by Buck 65
[Produced by Anders Parker]
[Verse 1]
You gave me language as a gift, I turned it against you
I was stupid, I was young, I was hanged by my Judas tongue
You shouldnât give weapons to kids that donât know better
They can't possibly understand that thereâs no such thing as forever
For every letter in the alphabet
You said connect âem to a happy word, no matter how bad things get
I did my best, but the pickings got slim
Once I arrived at âXâ and I had to think of synonyms
Weighed âem against the antonyms, I was hanging with all the mannequins
Who are on a constant search for a personâs amputated limbs
Almost offered up my own, trading in my arms and legs
You said, "Learn to express yourself if youâre gonna stand for things."
I stood up without expression, stood up against everything including you
I was stupid, I was adolescent, but I had your lessons to cling on to
And I want you to know how much it helped
Considering everything that Iâd gone through
There was a period without periods, run on sentences were like binges
I was a comma with no pause, a rebel with no clause
Anxiety is no excuse once thereâs nothing left to separate
We could have connected, but didnât
I was ignorant, passed out on the spacebar
The further we drifted apart the closer
I came to realizing just how amazing you are
Now that youâre gone I'mma say it to the stars
âTil my words knock worlds off their axis and the universe collapses
[Hook]
Thank you for the matches, for the gift of fire
For the wood and the axe, for whooping my ass
For the wheel even if you didnât invent it
For the impact that you had on me, itâs epic, thank you for the effort
For teaching me the ABCâs even if I never make my way to âZâ
Even if I never do for someone else exactly what you did for me
Thank you
[Verse 2]
I was a stupid son of a gun with initials carved into me
I was a stray, a runaway, afraid someday youâd shoot me
So I scratched off the letters with a pocket knife
Thatâs how I loss my way when I was tossed into the fray
This is not my life, who am I kidding, this is a thank you note
Disguised as a written apology for everything you taught to me
So awkwardly I approach the open microphone with everything that I wrote
Clear my throat, adjust the collar on my coat
As I rock crowds, microphones and boats and then I stroke
Whatever little ego I have left, I should have left it at the alter
But I didnât cause Iâm an idiot, self-deprecating author
With a paperback edition that isnât worth a flip through
If I donât give you the credit that you deserve
You edited the words from the grave and beyond
From the first sign of sun rays at dawn
'Til the moonbeams set blaze to my lawn
The universe collapses on my front steps
So we get to share in that moment, for just one moment
And nobodyâs upset, thereâs no more anger, thereâs no more sunsets
So I crawl back in the chamber, you can shoot me up
You might as well, we had great communication before the tower fell
[Hook]
[Outro]
I'mma do my best, while you rest in peace