Molly Tracks (feat. CLEAVR & skitzo) Video (MV)

I'm a broken f*cking bastard, can't be remastered
Constantly plastered, trapped by the absurd
Captured by laughter
Snap the rip now I'm high as the rafters
Thoughts still too scattered
Worries raining like pitter patter
Every cake made is plagued by bitter batter
I'm awakened, God of the spittin matter
My spirit's been taken but it shouldn't matter
I rise above the chitter chatter
Then knock it out the park cuz I'm the better batter
You can check my stature
During the song or after
Stop your clamor, start the glamor
Need no favors, I'm your savior
Check the papers, eat your wafers
The pigs ate first, but I hit paydirt
I have a need to flee from authority
See the crime scene, mouth sealed, accordingly
Can I afford to bleed if it ensures I succeed
Explore my dreams, still transfixed by whores in scenes
Is there no more to be
Where is the purity no sense of maturity
Curiously been delirious this week
I have not eaten instead smokin buds from the garden of Eden
Guarding the heathens
Even when they commit treason
Usually a good reason
Damn, we are not even
Unless you lower your standards for me
And I raise mine for yours
There's no need to be pandering from the badlands to the shores
I have landed for sure
Make way for a runaway detour
Sit quietly and they'll make you much safer
Wait idly by and you can see your freedoms later
Speak truth to power, they'll label you a traitor
Or unstable then make your jacket straighter
Same old cycles, I might go psycho
Frightful I'd even call myself insightful
Delightful as I spin out like a cyclone
Sorry should I correct my tone
Heavy breathing, eyesight's receding
Can't cease feeding, overheating
All these tree leaves weave my dreams sweet
Why do I retreat from receipts
Defeat always on repeat, conceited fiend
I've hardly weaned off the drugs I staunchly need
Press launch, release all my toxic waste
Don't tell Greenpeace