Busdriver - R U WELL? lyrics

[Intro: Busdriver] You asked me if I was doing well Well uh, imma be honest [Verse 1: Busdriver] I am not a south by south-west, I am behind you Reaching for the back of the shadow For the source to the darkness From the pit to the black From the richness in the sack I am not [?] There is a battered curtain between me and certain d**h I am here all week Where my mother left me with guns to muck Where rolls of [?] from the living room just like small talk No I'm not [?], Michael brown [?] I'm at the scene of a fresh new shooting Where the smartphones were off And the units speak in [?] spells Flashes of red light, lighting the body Nothing said, no strings or bounds No preach [?] ideas in reach [?] in reach No preach [?] ideas in reach (No preach [?] ideas in reach) Something like that, come on [Verse 2: Busdriver] Are you well? Are you well? You dress like you just got a Kanye co-sign, oh is it true? Has your life changed? Is it true? Has it changed to the aluminum dome mind To the Olympic poolside, [?] arena Realtime advertise, giving hand jobs to TMZ Hyenas Responding to humanitarian crisis via emoji swarms And folded arms of defense Fate have given the blank ?[] to a wide reciever While [?] inbetween em Light was buying for the other world That the hunger with fund raiser Till I got hit, in the favorite form With these stun gun phasers Are you well? You don't look the same, you don't look the same Paralyzed from the hip down Staralyzed at the get down Me and you lets have a sit down [?] homies always getting And your ladies getting dicked down So now you couldn't kidnap sixth round Nah, nah, [?] Lying sick to my stomach [?] feel low, i got evicted from the slums pit Im turning colors when i meet strangers Half machine half mistake, I'm almost [?] [?] it's update I'm garunteed to take fakers on [?] fake I'm just a slip cause im out my mind Batteries on my tounge, it's alcaline browse a line You can not find a style like mine in crowded lines [?] a specific type of blackout Hack account of hedge fund, manager to bill f**ers in caanda, no im not doing well Who the f** are you to tell, my story? yes It's monkey see, monkey do My whole crew is honey bees in running shoes And we was broke this whole time the, moneys new Sweet drops of honey dew, all your ladies coochy coo I'm the OG that they raped a story book about Crooked trial on gold grills baby know im soo ill I'm the OG that they raped a story book about Crooked trial on gold grills baby know im soo ill