Words like tire waves will sweep me off my quiet cage and
*** my fireplace and tell me why I lie awake
The moon's got a grudge, it's trying to hold me
My hands won't budge, as it cooks them out slowly
I whispered it perfect, I'm a surgeon with a scalpel
Work until I've heard precision, it's inertia and balance
Of boredom and annoyance at my past work, I'm scared of it
And all these * people see me, it's my first experiment
So 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 black
And you feel what I'm saying, no matter if it's fats or a cap
And your high school ass like flatulence, bladder
And lathered on a bathroom wall with gold plastered in
Last year I had me acting like a rat in a lab
But this year I found out it's charged in battery acid
Have to throw out my frozen ass, get my old groove back
And rename Mr. Bloom, all he speaks true facts
Maybe, cause it's staying confusing to his cast
And everybody already * knew that
Words like tidal waves will sweep me off my quiet keys
And get my fireplace and tell me what I like
And wake up, who's got a grudge?
Who's trying to hold me?
My hands won't budge
As I close them out slowly
Now I'm getting the stress and emphasis, I'm meant to be identity
All my * friends are mental entities and that's the end of it
Concept is elementary, like Jada rhetoric
It's here, hand correct, fit it in a song, bruh
It's coming on my head, erect it as a head of manga
Slip through the cracks like Askeladd's in Hockey Buzz
Cat told me I knew
What's up?
One way was not enough
Got the * banged, call it potty *
Got a ride away with some K with the tie shifts
Even my stays, white Ks, hidden eyelids
All these hot days, guys, rain on my carays
Turned vibrant, no precipitation
Sats flakes from my ice race
So * the groove, when you're older, me, I'll soon be older
Then I'll soon run ahead of him like Motorola
It's in the cobra's den
Swither in a Chevrolet, he knows flow is colder
Then so hit me in my DMs if you know, gotta go to bed
Words like tidal waves will sweep me off my quiet keys
And get my fireplace and tell me what I like
And wake up, who's got a grudge?
He's trying to hold me
My hands won't budge
As it comes to mouth slowly
Words like tidal waves will sweep me off my quiet keys
And get my fireplace and tell me what I like
And wake up, who's got a grudge?
He's trying to hold me
My hands won't budge
As it comes to mouth slowly