Native - MPC/NPC Lyrics

Get it out, spit or sit out
When about this doubtless

Mood stupendous
Hand on my dick tell me who's offended
Some men get met with a gruesome ending
Blend in with a ghost
I wanna be felt not seen at most
Tryna shake postmodern
Stay close
Make folks break into their bankrolls
Take those thanks with a check for the pesos
Stay so- north bay chilling in the northface raincoat
Fake your healing, fake your growth
Say your healthy
Makes you wonder uhn wealthy- what's that mean?
Get enough room now to live that dream
Cash got you comfortable making a scene
Like"Where's the service? No one's working. Why's your staff so goddamn worthless?"
Jerk, already on Xan but you pop another Perc
It's curtains
Steady on a plan, death plotting on a merchant
Make a gensu stick where and when the word gets writ
It's a switch up stick up
I'm trading lives like it's rook for a bishop

Mood stupendous
Hand on my dick tell me who's offended
Some men get met with a gruesome ending
Blend in with a ghost
I wanna be felt not seen at most
Tryna shake postmodern
Stay close
Make folks break into their bankrolls
Take those thanks with a check for the pesos
Stay so- north bay chilling in the northface

Not for nothing, barely buff or busting
Bluffing then your grandma catch you cussing
Cousin tripping if the shits legit
Weed man stiff him, whiff it take a rip
And you know that the shits weak
No offense probably cause you went a bit cheap
Had a sense that your dealer was your friend
Then you wind up at the end with your hands looking empty
MPC punching, jabbing
Got laid out like"what just happened?"
Touch drum pads like launch pad crashing
DOA black key stabbing like let me tap tap tap in bro
Stop acting so job for the casual
Lay tracks in the soil like an animal out of control
And channeling all of your soul's joy, grief, your kindness, your mischief
Your minor misdeeds, your major misreads
The things you should say but saying would just lead to work
To concede your worth
And what's worse is, your just like all of these persons no purpose
Your curse is to be NPC in a circus
Searching yourself found no deeper then surface
Your spiritual health needs some working
I talk to myself through my verses (mercy)

Let me speak my truth, keep it moving
Try to understand what's my use, what I'm doing
Please you need to let me speak my peace, let me prove it
Least that you can do is hear me speak through my music, you could use it

Let me speak my truth, keep it moving
Try to understand what's my use, what I'm doing
Please you need to let me speak my peace, let me prove it
Least that you can do is hear me speak through my music, yeah you could use it

You could use it..