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Pull in the cellar cause the cell reception is ****
Sellin, sellin' night and hematite, broken heart and kids
Threw my porridge into portion-sized, catalystic kits
Complimenting cartilige 'cause I admire all your bits
I've been packaging these frames, sending info to your hips
Thinkin' mental thoughts, deranged
While my mind's full eclipse
My eyes will make their way to your cold and lonely lips
Venturing inside of you, a ***ual apocalypse, but
I still convince myself I'm fallin' behind
Doin' laps around these average rappers, thinkin' they fine
Honestly, I'd ride the end of it all, one step at a time
The blood leads to the latter as I begin to climb
I'm sick of this one, I'm hella inclined
My third eye pulsate when I'm spittin' a rhyme
Now, pull back, boppin' kid that's finer than wine
I don't sip, spark that spliff to save the time
And I'm gone
It's a bedroom saga
Puffin' *********
Gettin' high all night
Time will tell if he fell off the stoop, and he slips
Streaming flight
Elevate from the right conscious mind
That I had upon a time
'Cause the timing was never ******* right
And when I go, don't row down the stream
Place your oars to the right
I'mma stomach all this nonsense
Offset and upset, forget
Everything you know
Gotta roll with the process
Balancing your energy
Learning how to just let go, let go
Of your fears and your demons
'Cause you're simply dreaming
These four walls are bleeding the color of bleeding
Don't know what I'm seein'
Or what to believe in
Just give me a reason to roll with the seasons
I'll go
Uh, yeah, I said I'll go, ****, hah
I said I'll go, yeah, okay
I said I'll go. (uh)
Dismembering what's left of my head
Bury it under cobblestone
And wash my hands of this dread
I'm ******* sick of being vital
'Cause this world is a land
Where opportunity exists but never goes as planned
So you can party 'til the sun up
I've been smokin' all night
Trying to find myself
'Cause I've been this, this, ******' whole night
Oh my, smokin' until my stomach says I'm alright
But I've never wanted to end it more in my whole life
Being content is something I can't do
I've been posted on these stairs hoping you'd come through
Drag me up them, if you can, make me feel brand-new
Or leave me sitting at the bottom, feelin' deja-vu
I'm ******* stuck on you, hoping you're stuck on me
And most of the time I lay here, pondering what we could be
Just a boy in his castle with some THC
'Cause gas and guns is simply my key, baby
I don't ******' know what I'm doing anymore, man
Like, I don't know if I want to do this music ****
Ugh, I don't know who the **** I want to deal with
Like, I don't know what I'm doin
Just livin, that type of ****, yeah
I love you