Words like tire waves will sweep me off like quiet caves and*** my fireplace and tell me why I lie awakeThe moon's got a grudge, it's trying to hold meMy hands won't budge, as it cooks them out slowlyMy words are spurred and perfect, I'm a surgeon with a scalpelWork until of her precision, it's inertia and balance ofBoredom and annoyance at my past work, I'm scared of itAnd all these * people see me, it's my first experimentSo back on my bullshit like an addict relapsingI'm her, how I act like lateral passingMy passion back with it, haven't been tatted in blackAnd you feel what I'm saying, no matter if it's fats or I'm capping youHigh school ass like flatulence bladderAnd lathered on a bathroom wall with gold plastered inLast year I had me acting like a rat in a labBut this year I found outI was charging battery acidHad to throw out my fruits and addGet my old groove backAnd new name Mr. Bloom only speaks through factsMaybe, cause it stayed confusing to its castAnd everybody already * knew thatWords like tidal waves will sweep me off my quiet caves and*** my fireplace and tell me why I lie awakeThe moon's got a grudge, it's trying to hold meMy hands won't budge, as it cooks them out slowlyNow I don't get the stress and emphasis that meant to be identityAll my * friends are mental entities and that's the end of itConcept is elementary, like jotted rhetoricYou can see a head correct to fit it in a song, bruhIt's coming on my head erect, so ask the head of MangaSlipped through the cracks like Askelos and Hockey BuzzKath told me I knew one way was not enoughGot that * banged, call it potty funkGot a right of way, so I'm okay with the tight shiftsEven my days, wide caves, hidden eyelidsAll these tired days, skies will rain on my crazeTurned vibrant, no precipitationSides of flakes from my eyes, straight to * proveIf you're older than me, you'll soon be older thanI'll soon run ahead of him like mortal rodents in a cobra's denSwither and shiver, and he knows flow is colder thanSo hit me in my DMs if you know what kind of codes he lentWords like tidal waves will sweep me off my quiet caves and*** my fireplace and tell me why I lie awakeThe moon's got a grudge, it's trying to hold meMy hands won't budge, as it cooks them out slowlyMy hands won't budge, as it cooks them out slowlyWords like tidal waves will sweep me off my quiet caves and*** my fireplace and tell me why I lie awakeThe moon's got a grudge, it's trying to hold meMy hands won't budge, as it cooks them out slowlyMy hands won't budge, as it cooks them out slowlyMy hands won't budge, as it cooks them out slowly