It's the Grey boy dripping up heavy wit the, wait -- wrong song
I been too gone
Stuffing the ketamine into my schnoz
Turned to a pawn
Need no applause
Feel like a servant yet Grey be the God
Watching 'em fall
Enemies gone
Bleeding out, they ain't gon' get menopause
I don't give fuck, I ain't living yet
Everyday thinking bout ending it
It's all because of the internet
Everyday crawl to the finish, yeah
I be escaping to drugs in the basement
I be that cicada, my shell been too vacant
Ain't take no vacation, the money been waiting
So I'm finna take it or end up instated
My mental can't take it
Yo forehead glint with the sole imprint of my air max 95
I got a baseball bat with nails in it
Make yo head ring like some chimes
Blck and grey make you attract them flies
Back to backfloat in that brine
Anode cathode contact current burrow path holes in yo spine
That's battery
That's assault
Actin on that alcohol
Dancing on the tightrope motherfuckers losin' balance on
Sting like angry bees, I'm floating, swinging like a ballisong
Tossed into the sea, can't keep it level like the ballast gone
I'm up like a metal gear
Duckin', we diggin' thru bullethell
You drop the ball if you set on fear
Your body gon' follow right down the well
Water topped with gorgons
Gorgeous yet abyssal
I don't count no to sheep to sleep
I count the horsemen in the window
I'm encasing
Psilocybin to the brain and then I fuckin' slang it
Bag it up and serve it to these kids, they think I ain't shit
Wait until Saliva cut off all ya circulation, what you saying?
You think that
Flippin-flipping pack my occupation?
Grey the mental patient, tripping on these fucking laces so elated
Never let you know I'm fucking anxious
And flaking
On every single one of all my fucking obligations
Ain't gon' make it out, ahh
You can't read the price until you already made the purchase
More standoffish than an urchin
My office beneath the surface
Move cautiously like a surgeon
Been workin' for this a decade
Nobody fuckin' it up for me
Dustin 'em like a beignet
Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego
Burnin' inside a furnace
And howling like packs of wendigos
Check your coat, 'cus it's turning
We been defining the line, motherfuckers keep tryna blur it
Oh, cry me a fucking river
You turning the color turnip, I'm turning to monochrome