Subtitles by the Amara.org communityWords like tidal waves will sweep me off my quiet cage and*** my fireplace and tell me why I lieTrying to make the moves, got a crutchJust trying to hold meMy hands won't budgeAs it comes from out slowlyMy words spread out perfect, I'm a surgeon with a scalpelWork a till 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 spare missileBack of my potion like an addict, elapsin'I'm on my way, I'm on my way, I'm on my wayI'm her, how I act like lateral passin'My passion back where they haven't been tattin'I'm black and you feel what I'm sayin'No matter if it's fats or I'm cappin' youHigh school ass like flatulence bladderAnd lathered on my bathroom walls, gold plastered inLast year had me actin' like a rat in a labAnd this year found out it's charge and battery acidHad me throw out my fruits and askGet my old groove back, a new nameMr. Bloom always speaks true factsBaby, could it stay confusing to his castAnd everybody already fuckin' knew thatWords like tidal waves will swing me off my quiet cadenceGrabbed my fireplace and taught me what I likeMake the moves, got a grudgeWas tryin' to hold me, my hands won't budgeAs I close my mouth slowlyNow I'm gettin' the shots and emphasisI'm meant to be identityAll my fuckin' friends are men, just entitiesAnd that's the end of itConcept is elementaryLegit rhetoric, it's your head correctTo fit it in a song, bruhIt's comin' on my head, a rex, a S, a head, a mangaSlip through the cracks like ass goals in hockey barsKath told me I knew one way was not enoughGot that * bangin' callin' potty funkNot a right-of-ways, I'm okay with the tide shiftsEven my days, white gears hit an irisAll these tired days, skies will rain on my crazeTurned vibrant, new precipitationSides of flakes from my eyes straight to fuckin' blueIf you know all of me, you'll soon be older thanI'll swim right ahead of him like motor rodents in a cobra's denSwither and shiver, and he know his flow is colder thanSo hit me in my DMs if you know I'm kinda cold to letWords like tidal waves will swing me off my quiet cadenceAnd jam my fireplace and tie me where I lie awakeThe moon's got a clutch, it's trying to hold meMy hands won't budge, as it comes to mouth slowlyWords like tidal waves will swing me off my quiet cadenceAnd jam my fireplace and tie me where I lie awakeThe moon's got a clutch, it's trying to hold meMy hands won't budge, as it comes to mouth slowly