[Verse, Caesura Heavy Mystical Fernwerk] 51 Mistakes... Didn't cut my nails In 66 days Dig into my ribs Rip my spirit out the cage 51 Mistakes... Embryo spawned from a milkshake... Taught myself how to fix eggs... Eyes runny Yolk busting out My sinus Bisque grey How the nun say I'm retarded Fifth grade Discarded But I got flavor... Pickle me rage! My bones made of mortar But it's porous Late diagnosis Self hate was a motor Had to let go of shame Find closure I felt set up Instilled with a fear of hell DSM was made up According to mum Unmedicated, getting fed up Molested and never said nothin My grandmama dead... She cant remember When she fed us !!! So much trauma Make the head bust Can't be unsheltered Feds store you Merlot the cellar... So much neglect I reject touch Stealing Barbie dolls Ripping blouses off I was always in Reconnaissance Always processing Autistic monologue Draw a map Young Carti Young cartographer Draw a pharmacist Would my pops snort a Tylenol ? I bark at the moon Like an Ozzy song Spent years in the darkest fog Lost like spare keys Curse my parents for carrying seeds Fuck my stepfather Fuck dementia I'm trembling Hemorrhaging Ran away at 9 I'm adventurous ADHD diagnosis Approaching my 40th I mourn the man I was supposed to grow to Crushed indefinite... Nihilism be the water pressure As a trophy child I have rusted But from the bile I can adjust Take meds Drink water And then erupt One thousand repetitions In the hyperbolic Time chamber chiseled Never wipe the sweat off Never pay the debt off Spit pesticide like Kelloggs Leave you like a crab With the shell off [Instrumental Capricco] [Verse, Caesura catchy glitch Fernwerk] Good morning If I cramp and stub Does that make me a crumb Am I a bummer If I bumble, you think I'm a bum Why am I a zero With no ones Is that the only Way to ascribe value??? Power my thoughts On hydrogen Don't clap me like a scientist She give me head I'm a genius She rub me down I'm a genie... Listen (Listen) my brain is a collision I will never be happy chasing its wishes Aggregate my whims Give routine rhythm I'm a wizard Picking up a stick With my cranium... Kinetic (Kinetic) energy is a wish... Tracing triangles in a ditch With precision I watch an altar reinvent in molasses Under my timberlands... (I swear I'm not an alien) Rotating three hobbies On Pythagorean To keep me regulated And dapper Friends, money And expression My homies I trust My Bitcoin on a ledger My soul on a truss Making sure I'm human And not bleeding rust One rap one scrap train ya faculty The ai and the factory When I'm scatterbrained I won't dissolve into the static I got a praxis Connection, capital And that lit match That'll reassemble Your wax museum Triangle offense And you mad About practice (Practice) (Practice) [Outro, Caesura Heavy Mystical Fernwerk] 51 Mistakes... Embryo spawned from a milkshake... Didn't cut my nails In 66 days Dig into my ribs Rip my spirit out the cage (Cage) [Instrumental deconstructs]
