Look, You ain’t no architect, you dont got no cred Delete our messages, its giving fedz Whole room tiptoe, its givin control scared money in a pigeonhole You be pressin’ little buttons like it make you that guy thinkin every night who can i try? Talk slick to a bot, call it names Big bad warden, of....a Discord? hahaha "technically he has that other one that he bought.." Handholding prison, boy, that sound cute Threaten everybody else, but never is it you Tryna dress mess up, say it part of the show Nah, you light fires then ya selling the smoke And I peep game Every time the truth hit, you switch lanes peep game Every time the jokes land, you get strange peep game Need triple-weight votes to control the range no power all panic, thats not lit That ain’t real, that’s ego on some weak shit You all "this is my final warning" fuckin nerd loudest one in charge usually be the least composured Regina with a clipboard Jigsaw with a Wi-Fi cord Man behind the curtain? Boy, we seent you Whole mystique fall apart (that curtain see through) "this is curated" naw its a mess "this is a reality show" toxic stress you da man with the master plan? boy i must confess your whole fucking vibe gives preposterous Boy, whole brand mood swings and egress beggin me to stay in dms then go backstage start to demean like a fiend fiend for the toxic I ain’t even mad, I’m amused You ain’t dangerous, jussa tool with some tools And every lil kingdom like this one do look real small when the jigs up boo can delete everything you want don’t change what it is You ain’t runnin’ no empire, you addicted to the toxic mess And when the lights go out Who do you order around? Who’s left to blame When there’s no crowd? You can delete the thread Can’t delete what you said No curtain in the world hide the monster under your bed You love that mess, boy You need that mess, boy Break it all down, then you tweet like “less noise” Whole act shaky, whole mask cheap Everybody see the control freak the toxicity you in too deep the fake reciprocity shhhh no peep the way you smile when you tear down devil deep the way it look hard tuh fake a build up you weep everybody hear ya whisper in they head when they think about what the fuck it is you did you is the trauma you is the noise you is the bullshit you is easily forgotten thank god "that shit was fucking weird right? straight up stanford prison experiment except they knew before." "listen im just glad we got out... poor rayge and animal monk are still in there"
