I think this might be
A vice so unsightly
Slide thru the night
Feeding vibes sweet as ice cream
Reading rhymes off of my screen
Seem to glide like an ice rink
Nice things
Skate to you when you care again
I know it's hard enduring the American
Dream
More like sleep paralysis
Fallacies
Rabbit hole deep as Alice's
Balancing
All of this, man it's challenging
Malice and the ministry
Maladjusted majesty
Reach out and touch the tapestry
If you don't trust the process
Then your muscles atrophy
Another casualty
But everyone's biting dust mites eventually
Some suddenly, some gradually
Naturally
Gotta get up to get down
Man, that's gravity
Brass Clouds and IAME
Raining ash down, it's a fire scene
Smoking that loud like a choir sing
Ain't no fast route to this kind of thing
Back roads
Slow burning that wacky tobacco
That jazz cabbage
Hitting savage when it's dabs though
Don't know what's real like you catfished
This ain't that show
It's the final season of imperial disaster
I think this might be
A vice so unsightly
Slide thru the night
Feeding vibes sweet as Thai iced tea
Reading rhymes off of my screen
My eyes sting
Need some visine
Blah blah blah, words
We do this, we do this
We do this, we do this
We do this, we do this
We do this, we do this
We do this, we do this
We do this, we do this
We do this, we do this
We do this, we do this