lyrics:
This the ambiance of something revolutionary 
They tryna save face but they’re bad at Pictionary
Its still fuck the world, goddamn, I’m getting busy
Tryna convince a crowd just to go ahead and fuck with me 
But If I blow like semi, automatically know that i’ll make dough in due time 
Might sleep on floors, just to reach new stages while I worry bout payments, it’s always the same shit
They say I sound monotone with all my statements, but I can’t smile when I’m lacking green faces
Surrounded by racists in the town I come from, surrounded by hicks with guns ready to shoot some
call it self defense, they hide behind a picket fence , And with all offense i’ll take down you and take the crown for myself, 
fuck the money, I’m just be happy, take me back to when i was laughing and napping, no capping
what happened, my innocence has been torn apart, i retrace my steps tryna travel back to the start
What’s the point living when you’re gonna live in fear
I used count the days and hope that the end was near
I used to wanna kill myself, but now I’m back at it
Can’t stay away from it, just like another addict
Shit I been the man, flier than a Peter Pan, tryna make ‘em understand, I’m here for a minute and
If they wanna disagree I’ll point out their dumbassery and kick em off a building cus I feel so Amazing bitch
fuck the world raw, bitch you know i run this shit, and if you disagree suck my mother fucking dick
You kinda counterfeit, but it ain’t a understatement 
I don’t wanna hear from you, even if you talking on payment
Cus face it,  your breed is far gone and extinct
Trash boy band raps, not talking n sync 

(interlude)

i’m ferris bueller without a tutor, pressing buttons no computer, outta time like marty while i’m stressin’ about the future
everyday commuter, can’t afford a dorm for some pricey lectures, still tryna handle pressure
So brodie, could you teach me this, how can i just make a hit? so i could call the faculty and told their asses that i quit
now im stuck in fucking class, time slower than mollasse, future so unclear like picking up some dirty glass-es
haven’t done my tax-es cus i’m too turnt up, i’m drinking almond milk could you pour my cup, 
i don’t tolerate, i annihilate my opposition, cus I’m on mission to cause demolition, full conviction
Hazard stripes on my brand new Nikes, cus it’s a murder scene when I bless the mic, alright
Brodie this a riptide, and you’re stuck in the midst of it, water crashing back and forth, you might have to call it quits

ELEPHANT. (@akiranoiree + prod. @ugliernate)

joelle / akira