trying to make money
all this art aint an answer honey
just adds faith to the calamity.
I think they jammin me
I mean I really think they feelin me
peelin back poster child nose bleeds
no seats...just fragments worth remembering.
I feel like neon
endzone dances like deion
like prime realestate...babbling about trabtree
all these algorithms got my brain on fleek
like why flake when you can barely speak
I communicate through smiles
rough hugs,handshakes and lazy eye gleems.
Ive been high for like 469 weeks
might as well start planning my wake
just another roasted frontal lobe skipping state to state
I guess I'll just keep doing it my own way.
all this responsibility feeling like reed-
genghis khan maybe
fuck...maybe I just need sleep...fantastic...this torch the only thing I need.