Listen, I'm not lyrical, I try to be heard though
Always being cynical is my style, don't follow the herd-flow
You make cash, call it nerd-dough, make green like it's fern, bro
It's what I yearn, hoe, I break your god damn sternum, yo
Check it, I got bitchez, drugs and my god damn music
I wreck shit when I spit bars twenty four seven I'm so lucid
Your bars are putrid while me and my style is rooted
My flow is undisputed while they bruited words like you did
My neighbors are pissed 'cuz I yell my lines into the mic
So I built a garden house in my room, call it limbo's demise
It's filled to the brim with all the shit I like, I'm no small fly
When I do shit I do it right, f*ck, gotta spit more lines
My tracks are lit, my lyrics are straight up fire
I'm no liar, from the bottom of my heart I rhyme, never tired
I make my own beats, don't need your wack ass free shit, kid
Personalize my tracks, I knee-cap this buiz for a bit, bitch
I - talk - and I - scream in pain
I - rap - and my neighbors file a noise complaint
I - sing - and I - write
I - make songs - it's my demise
I wish I could rhyme entire sentences and be fine
I wish I could f*cking rap my lines in one neat try
I feel the need to lie, heed my call, commit a crime
And don't rhyme this f*cking bar with the one above
See? I told you, it's still jarring leaving the bar in
I need a f*cking tarp thing to protect me from my darling
She's gonna cry a river 'cuz this line didn't rhyme
It's like eating limes, tastes like shite, though I'm fine
I don't care what you think, spit some fire in one blink
I feel like this motherf*cking track is missing the missing link
I looked for it everywhere, even looked in the kitchen sink
I believe it exists, but also not, Doublethink
Don't mind me, I'm just here to have some god damn fun
To me this track is just a long ass f*cking pun
Gotta make the most out of it while it lasts, it's a blast
I'm sure my neighbors are going to kill me any second, fast
I - talk - and I - scream in pain
I - rap - and my neighbors file a noise complaint
I - sing - and I - write
I - make songs - it's my demise
The piano always softly cries through all this time
I'm speechless like a pantomime, I hear a faint phantoms cry
Is this too deep for you? I'm sorry, don't worry, It'll be fine
Just listen to the piano's soft whispers and take your time
Don't look for answers to your questions in my tracks
It's best if it's kept a secret, so let's keep it in check
My lyrics have no deeper meaning, so stop looking
You won't find what you want to find, so just book it
I don't like to compromise this franchise in disguise
But I can't think of anything to help my allies reprise
I surmise I'm wack, not surprised by how I advertise
My god damn music, always fantasize to be big and the best
I always try to optimize my lines, but I'm paralyzed
That's when I realized that I'm just mesmerized
And that I overly dramatize the things I visualize
And that I constantly antagonize the music of mine
I - talk - and I - scream in pain
I - rap - and my neighbors file a noise complaint
I - sing - and I - write
I - make songs - it's my demise
I - talk - and I - scream in pain
I - rap - and my neighbors file a noise complaint
I - sing - and I - write
I - make songs - it's my demise
I - talk - and I - scream in pain
I - rap - and my neighbors file a noise complaint
I - sing - and I - write
I - make songs - it's my demise