Vibing Til I Get Existential

Trip-hop, witch house, hyperpop, confessional rap, conversational rap

I don't know if this is talent
But just give me a moment
Imma roll on over to rhyme zone
(dot com - you remember that guys?)
And hone in
And I can take a word
Twist it, stretch it, give it a tone
Make it glow, spit it out, let it grow
Into something more than it was before—
Or maybe I just jumbled a bunch of syllables
But is it really talent
If you're just using all the rhymes you know
Throwin' words in between them
Like it come from my soul?
But in a way I guess they do
I'm just rhymin' rhythm
But maybe that's my soul, too -
Regardless
I gotta say I just really enjoy
The sound of my own voice
Not screamin' loud inside my head
But put in words and given noise
And any praise I'm given
I just handle it with poise
Hold it for a second to my chest
Like it’s something warm
Before I let it drop and go back to pulling words from the
Void

'- whoops - I can't say that word
It's too chat GPT - too artificial
It's not official S-G-B _
But I mean it is though
It's literally why I stopped singing the "shadows got me"
But I mean - they still do -
I'm like, wide eye, smile wide
Make sure to hide you're traumatized
I mean truly, I'm difficult
Like a sensitive, adorable, enjoyable hyperpop cutie
Wrapped in fishnets, black lipstick, pointy hat
Said I'm a witch, but a bit more glittery
Fidgety, jittery
I'm a mystery riddled with misery
Riddle this, I'm a riddled myth
Mythology, lyrically
I mean look at me I'm SpaceGhostBones
Literally, visibly divinity
But real quick let's quit the rhymes and get lit, get writ
Got my black eyeliner on thick
Like I'm a gothic beauty, so sweet it's sickening
But I can't help it, I'm sensitive
And I mean my words truly
I'm just a little dark, just a little unruly
Nerdy, wordy
Like my college English essays
Like they wanna give me praise
But can tell my brain is a maze
Always takes me so much time to say one thing
It's alright, though, I'm not gonna lie
I'm just puttin' words together
Hopin' I can make em divine

I do this for fun and I do it for connection
Hoping my inner reflections can bring someone direction
A lessen, I've learned plenty of those
So I just like to look back
And throw it out as if it were prose
Hopin' I will spill some feelin's that someone else knows
So I give em what I got
And hope it gives hope
But the pros know it's easy to say a bunch of words randomly
Spit super fast and hope it goes
Hope it lasts
But the things I bring I hope
Are a little more actual
Out here tellin' my life story
Spillin' trauma so casual
Tell you about the abuse, kinda matter-of-factual
How it's hard to live in poverty and be so intellectual
It means you see things that don't make sense
Like when I was a kid, it was real intense
And I just couldn't understand
How people out there, livin' in tents
Why the hunger in your stomach gotta eat your defense?
Why some kids were clean while I was still dirty
Got called a rat like a stray cat singin'
Please I'm starvin' an' thirsty
And then when I got older I figured out the system
Or rather I didn't
Cause the thing don't make sense yo
And it hurts my soul to know
The system likes to step on you when you're already low
And if you haven't lived then it's a bit different
It can be hard to understand it when you're not standin' it
People out here tellin' people
"Why don't you just get a job?"
Not understandin' you can get there with a drivable ride
And have you ever seen the price of a car?
Dude that just so bizarre
But they might give you money if you make enough money
But again, you get no money without money for a car
Dude that just so bizarre
So I pick up my catch 22s and store them in a jar
Started writin' my scars with a voice and guitar

"I vibe till I get existential—guess that’s my curse"

And now I'm out here spittin' bars in the dark
Hopin' somethin' works
Hopin' you can make it far enough through the grime and dirt
To trust that you can make it better for yourself
If you "try super hard"

"Nah, that's straight up bullshizzz"

Listen, this is the business
They feed you poison for cheap just to make you sick
So they can drug you, take your money, tell you deal with it
But this is it, fam
The pills make you sicker
Come out with 5 diseases, went in with a splinter
And you can't even get better
They'll make sure of it
You won't even be able to afford the medicine
And better hope whatever illness you have
Your insurance covers it
But don't get sick at the wrong time
That's a preexisting condition
Quit yer bichun', this is fine
This is perfectly normal
Don't you even worry, this is right
I swear - it's totally moral
After all, you're just mortal, so informal
Just go cry to your journal
Surprise! You're in luck! You're in luck!
Your government is corrupt
And we stay quiet from the riot
Locked inside our boxes
Wrapped around and shrouded by toxic paradoxes
Just waitin' for the time
You know the time
Our untimely demise
It's not okay and it's not fair
But I'll continue my rise

Pour the darkness into lyrics
And breathe out the light
It alright, it's alright
This is totally fine
Pour the darkness into lyrics
And breathe out the light
It alright, it's alright
It's alright, it's alright
It's alriiiiiiight
It's alright

Pour the darkness into lyrics
And breathe out the light
It alright, it's alright
This is totally fine
Pour the darkness into lyrics
And breathe out the light
Its alright, it's alright
It's alright, it's alright
It's alriiiiiiight
It's alright

Its alright, it's alright
It's alright, it's alright
It's alriiiiiiight
It's alright

"Its actually... totally... NOT alright"

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Here I am again Writin' Vibin' To the sound of the wind Outside in the night with my spliff in hand (That's a cool word - Spliff - In'it? - I can't say spliff, tho I'm American - But I have a UK friend So I gave myself per-mish-shen) L-O-L You know I'm just riff-riff-riff-riffin' again Lettin' the words pour in Waitin' waitin' waitin' for the trees to spin And I got words in my head rollin' round, rattlin' again So I shake em up, open my mouth, and ready my pen Let my words fall out like they mean somethin' Wonderin why I always gotta start my rhymes Out tellin’ people that I'm writin' Like they don't already know it but I swear there's somethin' to that, and I guess I could show, you - let's go I don't know if this is talent But just give me a moment Imma roll on over to rhyme zone (dot com - you remember that guys?) And hone in And I can take a word Twist it, stretch it, give it a tone Make it glow, spit it out, let it grow Into something more than it was before— Or maybe I just jumbled a bunch of syllables But is it really talent If you're just using all the rhymes you know Throwin' words in between them Like it come from my soul? But in a way I guess they do I'm just rhymin' rhythm But maybe that's my soul, too - Regardless I gotta say I just really enjoy The sound of my own voice Not screamin' loud inside my head But put in words and given noise And any praise I'm given I just handle it with poise Hold it for a second to my chest Like it’s something warm Before I let it drop and go back to pulling words from the Void '- whoops - I can't say that word It's too chat GPT - too artificial It's not official S-G-B _ But I mean it is though It's literally why I stopped singing the "shadows got me" But I mean - they still do - I'm like, wide eye, smile wide Make sure to hide you're traumatized I mean truly, I'm difficult Like a sensitive, adorable, enjoyable hyperpop cutie Wrapped in fishnets, black lipstick, pointy hat Said I'm a witch, but a bit more glittery Fidgety, jittery I'm a mystery riddled with misery Riddle this, I'm a riddled myth Mythology, lyrically I mean look at me I'm SpaceGhostBones Literally, visibly divinity But real quick let's quit the rhymes and get lit, get writ Got my black eyeliner on thick Like I'm a gothic beauty, so sweet it's sickening But I can't help it, I'm sensitive And I mean my words truly I'm just a little dark, just a little unruly Nerdy, wordy Like my college English essays Like they wanna give me praise But can tell my brain is a maze Always takes me so much time to say one thing It's alright, though, I'm not gonna lie I'm just puttin' words together Hopin' I can make em divine I do this for fun and I do it for connection Hoping my inner reflections can bring someone direction A lessen, I've learned plenty of those So I just like to look back And throw it out as if it were prose Hopin' I will spill some feelin's that someone else knows So I give em what I got And hope it gives hope But the pros know it's easy to say a bunch of words randomly Spit super fast and hope it goes Hope it lasts But the things I bring I hope Are a little more actual Out here tellin' my life story Spillin' trauma so casual Tell you about the abuse, kinda matter-of-factual How it's hard to live in poverty and be so intellectual It means you see things that don't make sense Like when I was a kid, it was real intense And I just couldn't understand How people out there, livin' in tents Why the hunger in your stomach gotta eat your defense? Why some kids were clean while I was still dirty Got called a rat like a stray cat singin' Please I'm starvin' an' thirsty And then when I got older I figured out the system Or rather I didn't Cause the thing don't make sense yo And it hurts my soul to know The system likes to step on you when you're already low And if you haven't lived then it's a bit different It can be hard to understand it when you're not standin' it People out here tellin' people "Why don't you just get a job?" Not understandin' you can get there with a drivable ride And have you ever seen the price of a car? Dude that just so bizarre But they might give you money if you make enough money But again, you get no money without money for a car Dude that just so bizarre So I pick up my catch 22s and store them in a jar Started writin' my scars with a voice and guitar "I vibe till I get existential—guess that’s my curse" And now I'm out here spittin' bars in the dark Hopin' somethin' works Hopin' you can make it far enough through the grime and dirt To trust that you can make it better for yourself If you "try super hard" "Nah, that's straight up bullshizzz" Listen, this is the business They feed you poison for cheap just to make you sick So they can drug you, take your money, tell you deal with it But this is it, fam The pills make you sicker Come out with 5 diseases, went in with a splinter And you can't even get better They'll make sure of it You won't even be able to afford the medicine And better hope whatever illness you have Your insurance covers it But don't get sick at the wrong time That's a preexisting condition Quit yer bichun', this is fine This is perfectly normal Don't you even worry, this is right I swear - it's totally moral After all, you're just mortal, so informal Just go cry to your journal Surprise! You're in luck! You're in luck! Your government is corrupt And we stay quiet from the riot Locked inside our boxes Wrapped around and shrouded by toxic paradoxes Just waitin' for the time You know the time Our untimely demise It's not okay and it's not fair But I'll continue my rise Pour the darkness into lyrics And breathe out the light It alright, it's alright This is totally fine Pour the darkness into lyrics And breathe out the light It alright, it's alright It's alright, it's alright It's alriiiiiiight It's alright Pour the darkness into lyrics And breathe out the light It alright, it's alright This is totally fine Pour the darkness into lyrics And breathe out the light It alright, it's alright It's alright, it's alright It's alriiiiiiight It's alright Pour the darkness into lyrics And breathe out the light It alright, it's alright This is totally fine Pour the darkness into lyrics And breathe out the light Its alright, it's alright It's alright, it's alright It's alriiiiiiight It's alright Its alright, it's alright It's alright, it's alright It's alriiiiiiight It's alright "Its actually... totally... NOT alright"

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