Words like tire waves will sweep me off my quiet cage 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 slowlyI whispered it perfect, I'm a surgeon with a scalpelWork until I've heard precision, it's inertia and balanceOf boredom 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 or lapsin'I'm Earl, how I act like a lateral passin'My passion back with it, haven't been tatted in blackAnd you feel what I'm saying, no matter if it's fats or a capAnd your high 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 out it's charged in battery acidHave to throw out my frozen ass, get my old groove backAnd rename Mr. Bloom, all he speaks true factsMaybe, cause it's staying confusing to his castAnd everybody already * knew thatWords like tidal waves will sweep me off my quiet keysAnd get my fireplace and tell me what I likeAnd wake up, who's got a grudge?Who's trying to hold me?My hands won't budgeAs I close them out slowlyNow I'm getting the stress and emphasis, I'm meant to be identityAll my * friends are mental entities and that's the end of itConcept is elementary, like Jada rhetoricIt's here, hand correct, fit it in a song, bruhIt's coming on my head, erect it as a head of mangaSlip through the cracks like Askeladd's in Hockey BuzzCat told me I knewWhat's up?One way was not enoughGot the * banged, call it potty *Got a ride away with some K with the tie shiftsEven my stays, white Ks, hidden eyelidsAll these hot days, guys, rain on my caraysTurned vibrant, no precipitationSats flakes from my ice raceSo * the groove, when you're older, me, I'll soon be olderThen I'll soon run ahead of him like MotorolaIt's in the cobra's denSwither in a Chevrolet, he knows flow is colderThen so hit me in my DMs if you know, gotta go to bedWords like tidal waves will sweep me off my quiet keysAnd get my fireplace and tell me what I likeAnd wake up, who's got a grudge?He's trying to hold meMy hands won't budgeAs it comes to mouth slowlyWords like tidal waves will sweep me off my quiet keysAnd get my fireplace and tell me what I likeAnd wake up, who's got a grudge?He's trying to hold meMy hands won't budgeAs it comes to mouth slowly