I stalk around with a grey sword and some beats
All my demons have aortas and teeth
I bring out my manual techniques when I've forgotten to breathe, I know you're
Whole life's story with the swab of your cheek
My city loves you like a college running back, my city
Loves me like the dude that's teaching your summer cla**
Solve it with addiction, solve addiction when you die
I want to paint every image you envisioned in the sky
All these rappers think is take and aquire, who knew
I could break my psyche as a way to inspire
I'm not a rapper, I'm a merchant with a caravan
Like take the colorful pills and see where our awareness lands
Get your microchip and wallet made from bison lips
Create a charity for your bracket in the nine percent
I'll be your friend, I'll even smoke your weed again
Don't worry, I've got mine dude, my social sk**s are fine tuned
I can't carve out a niche without borrowing shovels
But I finally found my people in the hidden province of knuckles
A nice song about struggle, it was really quite convincing
I speak with a snide diction to fit in with other pretentious white children
I found my life on hard drives, forwent all the archives
To donate to Apple for more downloadable shark lives
In practice I'm a mourning soul
But I never did well as far as mornings go
This is love, this is hate, this indifference
This is great, this is jarring this is sad, and it's making me insane
I was happy with the portions that I had
Who said that disorder was bad
Why does time move around me nonchalantly
This is where David Foster Wallace brought me
This is that rap everyone scoffs through
This isn't rap, you're just talking dude
I'm taking microdoses, talk about hyper focus
Then I try to respond, but you to high to notice
You spitting fire with the dryer open
I started a laundered fire but now my supreme is sort of smokin'
It's ok, it was probably a rep and I can't
Stand the spaces in between Des the column of d**h
This is more than rap, this is acknowledging stress
This is the holloring, the hollow prize we hear from the depth
People show love to my Soundcloud page
When the probable even couldn't pronounce my name
I only get real love for my art on the inter-web
It's cool, I understand if you're not that interested
Radio stations from a planet I can intercept
But they're playing my music, it's seems to trigger d**h
My bones are made from old pine cords
Of course, I make all these rappers look up there signs
You f**ing tauruses
I mean personally, I'm an Aquarius
But that shouldn't matter