Death adders, nip at epiphanies late at night
A paper plane against a storm incidentally taking flight
I'm on that paper chase, I'm patiently waiting for rolling credits
I debted, I'm writing epitaphs on bricks below the exit
Ain't no guesswork
Hitting every blunt until my chest hurt
Don't ask me how I'm doing if you're sole intent's to network
Cool guy, say that you're the man, I'm like "Who lie?"
Nasty with the flip, think kabuki with the kunai
Clay tip fingers gripping upwards at the rope
I said "It's getting hard to swallow with you clutching at my throat"
I think it's crazy how you madе me this
It's not the final form
I'm about to bask in all my ugliness
It's horns I adorn
Flawеd logic promise hollow
Was a shell from the cicada's sleep
Monsters in the bakery
You talk too much don't play with me
Maintain my face through the cadences
Disgust them with the norm, I guess that jaded does as jaded is
Money take a dip into the sacrilege
Thick skin, my line of sight had drifted through the basilisk
Stone spark the flintlock
Growns from out the hemlock
For all intents and purposes I'm growin', it should have been stocked
Talk crazy, catch a slug to the cheek
This shit too fast for you to grasp, I caught you clutching the streaks
You talking pump-fakes
Hesitation, palm full of pigskin
Fetishize the pain, that shit the bar, can I lift it?
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I'm hearing, wails
Screaming out in every single tongue
And I can't understand a word
But I can take a couple guesses
I could try to empathize or I can turn into a weapon
Life is frail
When you're flying close to the sun
And I can't understand the message
But I swear I fucking tried
The only thing I fucking learned is they only love you when you die
Bro, why