Jonwayne - Accounted To, Then For lyrics

Looking through my two windows in limbo From the indo swimming through my veins like a minnow Feel the wave from your head to your ten toes Pumping blood tight inside my worn Timbos I feel the flight in the night sky High as a kite that's being pulled by an in-orbit satellite Morbid writing employed by royal highnesses And meant to be felt by the highest of the highnesses Red velvet capes flowing from the neck, liquid I won't stop rocking like the gifted kid that I am Until the fat lady's adam's apple ribbets a riveting song Just like the lungs do ripping a bong This from one traveler to another You can't see a beauty if you ain't gonna love her So accept the excess brain s**, wrestling relief Better yet the basis of all your beliefs Fall through the ground straight into to the magma Burning up your insides and filling all the gamma Breathing in all the dark matter And at this point it doesn't matter whose bank account's fatter This life just a skeleton, spraying skin repellants And your organs played in the background, still irrelevant Heaven and hell rocking 24-7 like a clock with a bell Or avalanche it never fell And when you open up your eyes you can see through all the lies That were painted on your face as a disguise They say time flies when you're having fun But I'm higher than time so this is more than just a joyride Aw no I'm not done yet, Back again it's the man with the thousand-word verses Shrinking egos and snatching purses So get the nurses, you know what they say, I'm off my rocking chair Rappers feel the burn like a long eye socket glare They scared stiff, turning bodies to clouds of piff Leaving piss, these dissing geniuses is fetuses I go to Plan B leave 'em screaming when they seeing this It gets grimey when the kid starts rhyming I guess lightning strikes twice when you fly as kites And write with the lightning rod It's in the body like blood and bone, shock 'em til they don't remember home Name, phone number or the last time they rented dome Come in as clones and I send them back as drones Prone to overblown eardrums and sheer bum groans It makes me focus like witches in the hocus pocus Spit it in a minute and pretend I never wrote this