yo... uhh... i guess i got a lot to say....(shutup) yo i’m driftin through my skull like a cracked open hallway smellin like the attic of old regrets while the skyline outside meltin like plastic in hells sunrise, dystopian breath like a dragon on my neck like a landlord wantin rent on all hope and respect, walk slow through it all like a ghost in his own coat thinkin “damn brah how i find my way today when every day repeat like vhs-tape i can’t escape,” robe on froze but the frost feel rotten like the cold ain’t temperature but trauma never stopping triple knockin' then its BOH BOH BOH(BOH BOH BOH), throw the wand back in the holster bitch this aint no game or roller-coaster twitch like it scared of a shadow blast you before you can say "How low?", snakes in the garden cuz they feed off all the rats if dey come at me like that i just might give dat bitch a smack, hear them hiss while i laugh, dirt curling upward like burnt paper and i swear i hear soil whisper “you ain’t who you say you are,” plant moons in the soil but the moons look tired, stars sproutin from the craters but the leaves on ’em wilt heavy like they know the future already died, teleport through void to tax my dues but the void tax me back double for breathin too loud, and the cosmos grin “that’s life, sucker,” while i tryna keep my sanity zipped tight like a coat outgrew ten lifetimes ago fate’s dumb flows the world outside bitchin glitchin with drones and clones and slack jawed corporate ghouls that chew on that shit like they think it tastes good ask me for another spreadsheet wish a mutha fucka would... neva stoppin'... yuuhhhhh.... stumblin thru the panic of a city crackin open like a festered laceration split wide in the gutter rain leakin truth on my timbs while the skyline flicker dying tryna whisper warnings i ain’t listenin cuz i’m driftin off a microdose meltdown heartbeat sound like a magazine unloadin in slow motion tat tat tat tat tat like that on my ribs while drones overhead scan my dome for sins i ain’t even commit... but i prolly will cuz the world bent ill still tryna find a way thru the killzone smoke cones on my grillbone reflection in the window lookin wrong like “nullus you ain’t shit boy you a glitch boy you a flicker in the system they gon’ ditch boy”, nah nah nah see there that mutha fucka go again stead with the flow again but its all in the wrong zone again, bruh i’m just tryna breathe but it press on me heavy like moms spaghetti the weight of every choice that got ducked every line that got tucked the love that i almost fucked up, the mutha fuckin scum paintin the city in its own bloodlust.... and up above them titan towers hum with power like devils in a gridlock shower droppin fear like pollen makin all us choke and swallow the code they wrote to hollow us clean but i’m lean in a dream that feel too real streets peel under my feet while alarms scream "don’t trust that path don’t touch that wrath" but i step anyway cuz the day ain’t safe but neither am i and my mind got a third eye cryin light trails fryin the truth outta lies while a voice in the cable wires hiss “nullus you can’t escape this they made this cage for your greatness and chained it to your pain kid” and i’m sway drunk rage pumped still huntin for a breadcrumb of purpose in a wasteland of curses where the sky drip circuits and the earth spit verdicts like “guilty guilty guilty of bein too real b too raw too flawed to kneel” but i steel my will and push deeper where the smog taste sweet like decay mixed with fate and my thoughts mutate in the pressure plate hum drum of a broken fate runnin like a rat in a maze but i blaze with a heart still shapeshiftin still drift-liftin like a ghost in the algorithm twitchin for wisdom in the glitch prism vision splittin reassembling tremblin while that reflection stalk me talk me mock me... fuck it i keep creepin feet bleedin street weavin cuz the world fallin and i’m crawlin but still brawlin with the thought that maybe maybe maybe there’s a way to flip the script where i don’t dip into oblivion... fuck it i keep creepin feet bleedin street weavin cuz the world fallin and i’m crawlin but still brawlin with the thought that maybe maybe maybe there’s a way to flip the script where i don’t dip into oblivion... skyline flicker dying tryna whisper warnings i ain’t listenin cuz i’m driftin off a microdose meltdown heartbeat sound like a magazine unloadin in slow-motion tat tat tat tat tat like that on my ribs while drones overhead scan my dome for sins i ain’t even commit... fuck it i keep creepin feet bleedin street weavin cuz the world fallin and i’m crawlin but still brawlin with the thought that maybe maybe maybe there’s a way to flip the script where i don’t dip into oblivion... neva stoppin'... frost feel rotten like the cold ain’t temperature but trauma never stopping triple knockin' then its BOH BOH BOH(BOH BOH BOH)... Bitch thats just how it go... neva stoppin'... frost feel rotten like the cold ain’t temperature but trauma never stopping triple knockin' then its BOH BOH BOH(BOH BOH BOH)... Bitch thats just how it go... BOH BOH BOH(BOH BOH BOH)...
