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turn back time, reality shifting to a life defined by labor in the highest degree
burn sad chimes while casually ripping a joint in high hazy silent steam
creeping out the studio into the street getting the whole block f*cked up impressively
i measure the weed that i smoke in a week on an average, the ounce last 7 days for a pestered ein
different placement, feeling irregular from the crowd of rappers around me, would rather go faceless
when i was a little kid i didnt think sh*t i was putting down would effect me on the stages
roam in some vacant places, lost in the haze im trippinn, while im tip toeing in oasis
c*ck back and aim my career’s trajectery to unknown predicaments that pre*chose what the payments
had to be focused on
the game show they truth an answers, like it’s jepordy
overcharging like you living in beverly
i depart myself from the bargining endlessly
outta my budget, now my focus determined on making it solo unless a homie spitting it wicked when the price of friendship deeper then little money greeding phonies
sit back, kick my feet up, relax, open the sack, pass a bowl or 3 to the homie fast
you know i got you brother’s, cuz some day yall wont be here to talk and laugh
i just want to finish the album, i just want the years to slow down
i just want to bid at the out come that flaunts no fear when the hoe in town
filming unreasable footage that’s filling the want with a purpose that im gonna create
heart beating faster as the room shrinking while im editing videos, depression carry prominent weight
rotten left, forgotten to waste while all cells decay as the illnesses spread and stretch me to hate
*everything even close to resembling taking real good f*ckin care of myself, so why even reach out mane?
existancely lost and im polluted in arragonts thoughts, so i better get help
it’s a penatly when the manager nodding and picking at tiny sh*t to be a living h*ll
writing that made me remember i gotta take my f*ckin add medication, sip on the cup of ice tea
while obliiterating a mic and a beat while im puffing on grass in the childhood closet blazing where i dwell often
shoutout the homie tim for cutting my grass for 50 bucks, what a deal and a sale
i wouldn’t cut the sh*t for a minute, the acre to large for the heat beaming on this pale
*skinny cracker lurking around the yard with a mower pushing up a ditch and the back stay frail
*from the pushing and turning, i had it man but that also makes my think my generation is a p*ssy forreal
cuz how can i say i work hard but all i do is circle the aisles like a zombie mane/
one department the whole time, fixing the tiny signs on cardboard displays/
not even algebra mathing out impossible predicimants could knock me off this grind but i sway
away from the past mindset i had and wallow at my desk while yo mother service me, giving me brain
every day of week, she never takes a break
what i make is peakly baited with devotion to my greatest strengths
enlighted by the mental predominance, im in the pit while uncovering
attention of swallowing g ominous odd nonexistent matter in a vacant sp*ce
break down, take cover
dont get discovered by the invasion of souls in uncommon form
from the deepest pits and levels of h*ll
fate decided the second you ran into the portal morphing around you
and yall really expected for them to echo like wells/
throw in the coin and then i call for the wish of the upper known gods that be floating in sky on the brightest of clouds
look at me and tell me your certain with 100 percent of your eyeb*lls focused on thou
on a coast of florida smoking a bowl near midnight and strolling around orange beach when it aint so loud
met a cat in someone’s yard and felt more connected then anything i’ve eva perceived now
perfect example of being a d*ck is when the haters suppress confidence, now open mic stay’s a myth
heart bounded, knuckled bruised and im lost in mania, agony coursing through the veins while im holding a strangers bong i rip
spit so hard i lost my voice but i carry on anyway while im guiding myself through the turf of the graveyard
free throwing dark matter until i tear the fabric of the sp*ce time continuum with a grace
part of me consuming the infinite realms that exist within our head, now i hasteful ly play with art in a serious manner
spewing out of me in a form of the purest known rarieties floating and orbiting the concious mind
as a delirous singularaity
running through a bottle, tripping wildly, desperetly reach out but i’ve been sunkin in the abyss for a while
i didnt pay attention the rest of my years in high school, assignments over, 50+ documents overdue, only mildly
*skipped the class connects, city object to make due with any activity, just make it pretty and filled with idiots filing there
ignorance through hgtv
nothing to do but thanks for the smooth concrete for my skateboard to cruise on for miles
was the only guy skating the courthouse and they got so f*cking tired of the board bouncing that they replaced
the 3 stair handrail with a handicapped ramp with 2 long black rails in the god d*mn way of the 4 block beside the place
is it a wrong to skate a memorial made of smooth marble
puff boof til my brain sparkle
stay high as i ride and skate
defined simply by how sly i sway
i need all my own time, i need an infinite holiday
in the hospital overdosed on elmar’s glue, latex glove blue enough to scrub my d*ck until it hurts dude/
flirt with the nurse, marry her, have a baby, get my bread and then k!ll my myself mysteriously when exposing the cursed truth/
corrupt terrain musters succulant ways that weigh pressure on the bolted safes, crack it open, sn*tch the money and run away
and would still get home past my curfew
half eaten glizzy on a paper plate on top of the pizza box, snes propping my food tray
closet is tightly enclosing smoke in a box but it’s seeping through the window so i put a towel on display
who’s to say i aint a ruthless mothaf*ckin cracker with an attitude
lashing commonly when under pressure to prove divinity
primitave but i begin the process of eliminating all the prominent figures in the community
hope in the hand of a celebatory skeleton lurking and knowing
im controlling the crowd of the rythm craving identities spewing out a r*t*rded falsehood within the seams of youtube, please
get the f*ck away with that chipper chopping, delete all your videos idiot stupid f*cker or im popping your arms out ya torso
pimp knocking some b*tch out for talking repeatedly at they folk, so i roll like truckers down the road going slow mo, drunk but im not disarmed bro/
yall’s narrative bare as a carrot tryna spit on a mic, iq equal to 7 or lower, comotosed and toasted, boasting nonsense until heaven takes over
i can vent out my concerns in the correct manner and length when i freeform the poerty over distrubing ambience, the same as switching to bed to sofa as a kid and wondered who the f*ck moved you and or did you secretly teleport into a portal opening with odd sense and tense aromas
play dough angry birds crusted into the side of the coffee table, not lawfully stable when paving sermons with patient confident fables/
i remember the first time i ever stayed home from school, it felt so incredibly free but lonely as im on the pavement drawing with chalk that enabled*
a sense of passion towards a form of visual art
im on the fence about having to ration my use of play time outside until it’s dark, often labeled*/
as a psychotic a*hole, mocking the same words busting out the minds of some chopping say so’s, yearning for ancient profits or cable
was an option to watch until the brain rot, push in b*ttons “4” then “2” for disney channel, good luck charlie on it’s main plot/
10 pm the tv shut off, hank of the hill almost bored me to sleep, i would sell a million leters of propane if it made me a bunch of money to keep
frankly im exhausted, part of me is hidden when im workin a minimal effort of cleaning a shelf with the cardboard that fill up a cart
when i pick up behind the picky manager, leaving at a time when a clock hit a early stamp behind what i usually run with g
doesn’t matter get the f*ck out my way dawg
i pray for the day i get to put there heads on a steak and f*ckin mutiliate everything as a way to vent my frustrations bruh
burning the company down when i step in the building, i harbor the hate for the labor inducing the pinching above my spine, thus
causing me to lash out uncontrollably off my medication, awkward meditation in front of my boss pacing, crying with the chime of f*ckin satan
stuck when i evicirate any unlawful unpleasent and im coating myself in a permenant and affirmitive guilt until i whine, bust out this sick nation cuz
*i dont f*ck with most people online, i got a small group i keep close cuz life too scary to even try
im the one they get’s what they want with the money raining literally from the f*cking sky
bouncing from the surface to the clouds, high on angel dust, rainbow like vision defied
*what you’ll actually see in reality, fall from the cavaty opening up and then swallowing you in a second when taking your life
chronically all up in the weed bag and i puff on the flame when i blaze any moment intensity all in the heart and it finna beat with a fast concern
back up in the middle with a mothaf*ckin mac in the dome
and i had to be brother when capping the hater in a
chrome four dour car with a massive swerve/
yall’s path lack the evidence, it’s evident past ways, weigh on you with a prominent element
containing a mystery defining your whole life into single segment displayed in messages
set in the tomb and im covered in spider webs with a curse on my soul, stay dispursing in ominous h*llish pits
enlighten entire new lessons presenting my misury in the poems with a delicate methodical presence wit stays within
six been quoted since day 1, aye son, dont diss the ray gun spit with vacant scripts about bacon
it was almost a f*cking trilogy but i wanted chopping to begin with a wicked pace in my cave or den
cooking filler to the max of my compacity, now i just smack an entire ambient track with amazing praise from the up above
baked in zen when i center on anyone matching my energy, pass out on jack when i sip on the shot like a p*ssy bruh
determine the value of what’ll be made up inside of my audience, finna go ponder the videos, im cl!cking and searching new oddities
im morphing em all with a posse beginning a start of a wave in the industry moving the internet on the beat
little by the side or in the middle of they head, im blowing up, ready explosions by the minute, admit your defeat
you been f*cked for a while mane, sinister when im creeping slowly in the graveyard on the wild terrian
defile the same mof*cka’s dodging death, cuz fate isn’t something you can decide, brains on the pavement painting my face is blood head to torso from the fangs and blades digging into they skin with abstract taste…
you can pretend wether or not they be liking the scent of an evil new root in the air it displaced
paranormal activity sparking around in the mist and the shadows are bending in intricate shapes
hope is abandoned, i rummage the buildings and loot for the quality, knock in they windows while six surges through mane

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