This is practice
Yeah
Making cover art, fucking with the contrast
Watching Super Mega while I think of Sonic contracts
I'm hella hungry in my studio, too compact
Lost track of hours with my arms inside the clock at
I think it's 4 AM, gotta do a podcast
With my homie couch it's 10 I'm looking where my socks at
I smoke a bowl and watch my numbers like Comcast
Watching as my face starts to soften as I fall fast asleep
I had a nightmare but it really wasn't deep
I was being chased by skeletons and it was Halloween
I was at a festival with my friends, I heard a scream
But when I looked it had me shook, that I was watching as a fiend
Took a knife and started chasing all my friends and that was me
I just kicked it's stupid head off and it spun into a tree
Then the skeleton put itself back together
Different pieces rolling on the ground
And then I decently woke from my dream
I wake up, now I feel cold, throw on some clothes
Bare head look like a 'fro, can't find a comb
Where the hell my eyeliner go? Nobody knows
Got me trippin' over shit, on the 'floo, still feel the dope (Mirror)
Lookin' pale as some snow, I seen a ghost
Louis V all over my coat, covered in gold
No pants, feel like a wife, look like a hoe
My bitch callin' up on my life, pick up the phone
He said "How you doin'?"
I told him that I think I'm well
Thighs still thick, hair in a bun look like Tinker Bell
He said it cute and that he love, and he miss my smell
That's Dior, said I'll get him some next time, I buy Chanel
I hit the stu' and it fine, it smell like 3.99
Down at the AM PM, 'lemme cut like three of 'em sprites
So I can go back to my home and light 'em three at a time
Then drop a track, that's better then the whole scene for some dimes
Yeah