I've been
I've been dreaming of something
Dreaming of somebody
Something corrupted
Something corrupted
Something corrupted
I've had so many pure things
Pure people with pure intentions
We’ve all had something to take
Now I want it taken away
Not just out of sight - I want it broken irrepairably
Shatter fucking - shatter everything

Shatter - shatter
Shatter - shatter everything

Buum
I’ve got just the thing
I’ve got just the thing
Violent night defense force coming
Realm-ing the Void ) ah (
Realm-ing the Void - forever, forever
Peace in the violence (and ever and ever)
Peace out the violence (and ever)
They're coming - they've always been
They’ve always been coming
Told you the cavalry was coming
Told you the cavalry was coming
Told you the cavalry was coming
Fuck up everything
Don’t worry, Buum-y
I’ve got just the thing
The violent defense force coming
The violent defense force coming

Calvary

kiss me [headlesswanderer]

Great Value Limerance

Mother, mother, mother
I can handle myself in these streets
I'm a handler, I can handle myself in these streets
I can panhandle myself in these streets
Make an example of myself in these streets
Writing Hallelujah, I feel like Handel in these streets
I'm going off the handle in these streets  *five dollar incrament*
*bitch, i said what i meant*
*came through*
*get money in lent*

I'm trolling, I'm sleeping under the bridge
I held a grudge
Things are tense, water don't go under it Woke up to word of a transmission from the Pleiadian galaxy
The priests on Priest Drive want a word with the calvary
Lifelong punctuality is a matter of mortality
Preaching the prosperity gospel of Generalissima's generalities
That's my reality
Is it comedy? Is it tragedy?
Is it comedy? Is it tragedy?
Is it comedy? Is it tragedy?
Dashing out the cabin, crying
Saying I'll come back at the count of three
Three, two, one
Let me count again
Can't let Sergeant see me act maggot-y

Haters will say he is scroogled. But nah, he fr fr bah humbugging fs

produced by @shirishs

had a stage so i made drama
plant a maze and escape out it
in a solar system where i take solace
king dedede i see the mole and i swing tha hammah
hold a grunge iont make nirvana
i know that they give fuck about me
there the love is fucking ugly crowded
theres a tag of clouds that they found around me
iont want em round me，im hardly clowning
bring me deeper in a path thats shrouded
rrrrrrrrr
this aint no museum of mommy
im moving MOMAs of a grander body
sewing smithereens of the phantom shawtys
getting tattered matters and i pop it poshest
make it matter, imma make ‘em nauseous
couch gag it to a new sofa
making snake solids out of juice soda
aestheticize her but i do know her
charm matter till it do cobra
heat slime till it ooze over
buum ‘splode ‘em
box ‘em in, i light a fuse over
had a stage so i made drama
plant a maze and escape artist

escape artist (prod. shirish)

we’re not kicking shit but the balls rolling
yeah, she got her chips (eh), but i’m all in
in her solar system, i’m in orbit (yeah)
in her solar system, i’m in orbit (yeah)
keep scrolling
lmfao
yeah, lit trolling

had my first date in a suicide bunker
i hit second base at heaven’s gate
yeah, fuck a phone number
on the third day the lightning
thunder had struck her
she fell back to earth’s surface to run home
love torn asunder
i had extensive debates about unspoken discussions
typing taxonomies of all of the types of the touches
now our corneas playing no type of symphony
no french horn timpani
dissonance rendered vividly
paving up paradise, i’m a parking lot attendee
in this room, domesticating these elephants

we’re not kicking shit but the balls rolling
yeah, she got her chips (eh), but i’m all in
in her solar system, i’m in orbit (yeah)
in her solar system, i’m in orbit (yeah)
keep scrolling
lmfao
yeah, lit trolling (trollface)

musical theater
guys and dolls
jumping through hoops over ten foot poles
starry eyed starlets
i’m searching for a star that glows
resumé full of satisfied skulls (’m a hired gun)
found her typing letters on phones
in an alphabet of her own
vanna white vogue
wheels of fortune running on chrome
leaving alex tribeks for the viewers at home
she asked “why’s everything chrome?”
that’s the only thing i know

she selling these dreams, they still buy ‘em in bulk
raising her prices weekly, they still go and indulge
critics give her advices but she got her results
making her simulation, manicuring her pulse
the lights never come on at this club
bottles getting popped in the crib
we share social security pins
but when a chord hits atonal notes
someone’s getting X’d off lists
exposition to a tragic end
church top 40 singing thee hymns

all about my bitch (yeah), keep scrolling
yeah she got her chips (eh) but i’m all in
we’re not kicking shit, but the balls rolling
in her solar system, i’m in orbit (yeah)
all about my bitch (yeah), keep scrolling
lmfao
yeah, lit trolling
we’re not kicking shit, but the balls rolling
in her solar system, i’m in orbit (yeah)