Distraction building up in masses Skimming conversation, let the date go further backwards Wading through letters, numbers and emojis Digging for a moment in the rubble, hella lowkey Shuffled up mostly, my brain got recycle bins, tip jar empty Got the change for the five percent I've been a beast since 20XX then Squad all mutants, you would think we're fucking X-Men Smoke alone, I exhale my best friend Volume two, got that hard follow through This that Turbo Graphix Worm hole rappin Ganja fucking up my fucking work flow; addict Landed on Namek Homie where your scouter at? I ain't one for bragging but this shit cost about a rack Momma told me live to my potential So I'm just stuck just trying to kill these instrumentals Rap stuff, yeah Guitars on the walls, I don't play 'em Awake from the PM to the AM Moving through the closeness Myself, I could lose it in the ocean Swim with me and breathe This that Turbo Graphix Worm hole rappin Ganja fucking up my fucking work flow; addict This that Turbo Graphix Worm hole rappin