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Words like tidal waves will sweep me off my quiet cage and
*** my fireplace and tell me why I lie
Trying to make the moves, got a crutch
Just trying to hold me
My hands won't budge
As it comes from out slowly
My words spread out perfect, I'm a surgeon with a scalpel
Work a till of her 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 spare missile
Back of my potion like an addict, elapsin'
I'm on my way, I'm on my way, I'm on my way
I'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' you
High school ass like flatulence bladder
And lathered on my bathroom walls, gold plastered in
Last year had me actin' like a rat in a lab
And this year found out it's charge and battery acid
Had me throw out my fruits and ask
Get my old groove back, a new name
Mr. Bloom always speaks true facts
Baby, could it stay confusing to his cast
And everybody already fuckin' knew that
Words like tidal waves will swing me off my quiet cadence
Grabbed my fireplace and taught me what I like
Make the moves, got a grudge
Was tryin' to hold me, my hands won't budge
As I close my mouth slowly
Now I'm gettin' the shots and emphasis
I'm meant to be identity
All my fuckin' friends are men, just entities
And that's the end of it
Concept is elementary
Legit rhetoric, it's your head correct
To fit it in a song, bruh
It's comin' on my head, a rex, a S, a head, a manga
Slip through the cracks like ass goals in hockey bars
Kath told me I knew one way was not enough
Got that * bangin' callin' potty funk
Not a right-of-ways, I'm okay with the tide shifts
Even my days, white gears hit an iris
All these tired days, skies will rain on my craze
Turned vibrant, new precipitation
Sides of flakes from my eyes straight to fuckin' blue
If you know all of me, you'll soon be older than
I'll swim right ahead of him like motor rodents in a cobra's den
Swither and shiver, and he know his flow is colder than
So hit me in my DMs if you know I'm kinda cold to let
Words like tidal waves will swing me off my quiet cadence
And jam my fireplace and tie me where I lie awake
The moon's got a clutch, it's trying to hold me
My hands won't budge, as it comes to mouth slowly
Words like tidal waves will swing me off my quiet cadence
And jam my fireplace and tie me where I lie awake
The moon's got a clutch, it's trying to hold me
My hands won't budge, as it comes to mouth slowly