Words like tidal waves will sweep me off like quiet caves and*** my fireplace and tell me why I lie awakeThe moon's got a crunch, it's trying to hold meMy hands won't budge, as it comes from out slowlyMy words burn perfect, I'm a surgeon with a scalpelWorking till I've heard 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 impairmentSo back on my bullshit like an addict or lapsin'I'm Earl, how I act is like a matter of passingA passion back where they 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 fruits and add, get my whole group backAnd new name is the boom, always speaks through factsMaybe, cause it's staying confusing to its castAnd everybody already * knew thatWords like tidal waves will sweep me off like quiet cavesAndCan my fireMy placeAnd tell me why I lie and make the movesGot a grudgeWas trying to holdMy hands won't budgeAs it comes from out slowNow I'm getting stressed and emphasis, I'm meant to be identityAll my * friends are mental entities and that's the end of itConcept is elementary, like jotted rhetoricYou see a head correct, fit it in a songbraIt's coming on my head, rex it as a head of mangaSlipped through the cracks like assholes and octopusCat told me I knew, one way was not enoughGot that * banged, call it potty *Got a ride away with some gay with a tight shiftSleep in my stays, white gays hit it, eyelidsAll these tight days, guysRain on my car, rays turn vibrantNo precipitation, sides flakes from my eyesRace of * fools, when you're older, me, I'll soon be older thenI'll soon run ahead of him like mortal romance in a cobra's denSwither in a shiver, and he knows flow is colder thanSo hit me in my DMs if you know I got a coat of leadWords like tidal waves will sweep me off like quiet cavesAndCan my fireMy placeAnd tell me why I lie and make the movesGot a grudgeWas trying to holdMy hands won't budgeAs it comes from out slowNow I'm getting stressed and emphasis, I'm meant to be identityWords like tidal waves will sweep me off like quiet cavesAndCan my fireMy placeAnd tell me why I lie and make the movesGot a grudgeWas trying to holdMy hands won't budgeAs it comes from out slow