I spend my days faded and anemic I ain't stretching a rat, and yeah, you ain't seen it In the palm of my emotions, on the weekends it's my weakness And I'm living what is numbing, I ain't sweating it's losing feeling But that's what happens in the swirl when you feel the pain, too long, steady in the skull, inconsistency There's just a sea, so to speak Don't you ever wonder what the world's for? Where you headed? What's out the door? On this jerry load, it's hard to ask for more You ain't get it, huh? So you hit the stove Killed the world, is what I ask my G Cause when I go outside, the sugar is hella ecstasy If my opinion isn't really what you ask of me, I see Well, it's quite dystopian I'm awake, dust and drifting I don't write a lot, so I'm here for style spit Actually, ***, the upper hand is the matador Hater, I'm just grabbing what is tinglin' Am I supposed to be here? Am I supposed to sleep? I'm just glad that I ain't missing I'm just glad that I ain't missing I'm just glad that I ain't missing