My farm isn’t eaten, my lord isn’t beaten
But my soul isn’t looking near eden
I was never gluttonous ice showers don’t fit my sins
Never gluttonous nice towers would call me thin
If i try to say something there’s an ocean floor
If i… if i say what i want there’s no story told
If i try to say something there’s an ocean floor
If i.. if i say what i want there’s no story told.
The narrator is talking zip it and open your ears
Hopefully you see the plot is thickening up to here
The passengers will never see the full picture clеar
I sing it to myself to keep reminder of my hеir
Deep lavender it’s terminal lucidity i fear
There’s more for me within the kingdom way up in the air
How do i write something i won’t regret in four years
Why should i sing along to a song that’ll make more tears
The past twelve months taught me boredom heals, seldom kills
Vaseline on my lips to cope with changing seasons
If you haven’t caught on yet this is a room for fear
Motion lacking emotion is something helping me to bear
Gluttony is an open space for abstract ideas anywhere
A thin white man, so anything can replace his impairment
Darling of a different world, please pass down fifty beers
I highly doubt this self-referential verse will get any cheers
If it does, i want the full compensation that comes along
A livid bum, i hate to be, wrong and racist who drums a song
I’m a good kid, but i think we went m.a.a.d
Lookie up and over, most angels are dead
Gimme that african head, we turned them all red
Suck it, and i socket, get me laughing again
The raps are a ten, but baby we still on a twin bed
Alarmin’ , and yet, the farmers all wanna see me ascend
I say no. the cat’s garment has more hems that i ms
I say we keepin’ it that way im avoiding the bends.
Toying with trends, sticking up and sorting my friends
That’s more important than what i eat for myself
Im treating my health higher than a leaf on a hemp
A peep on a trip, higher than the sempervirens
I’ll say it again. i hate the sound of electric violins
Tariq or a lib, that’s where i’m reachin ahead
Feelin’ my rhythm, a year ago couldn’t think of a scheme
A year later hitting books, even i couldn’t dream
A wild future for myself it’s all in my head
My blood has a disconnect with the way i pretend
Won’t elect the next pres, cuz i ain’t on a tree
Trailing daddy, elusive, making a treat
Plate it for me, frog in a well making some memes
God, if i could tell, what the hell is waiting for me
Will my talents be shelved, will i be making a king.
Will i be in hell, eternally gnashing my teeth
Granularly, later i’ll be crumbling away
Mid-career thief’ll earn a reef after snatching my beats
A turn for me, laughter catching, trina-frank type beef
I’ll lumber astray, like the way michael did, eh?
Strife within me, a lack of life, rhythm, or heat
Alas that’s the way my life will repeat
A castaway getting mauled by undercooked meat
Alas that’s the way my life will repeat
Alas that’s the way my life will repeat
Alas that’s the way my life will repeat
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