Lyrics:

i was speaking deeply on topics that concern nobody
this shit feel contrived even though i never even tried it yet 
the tabs had me dying flying rhyming gas station pack 
is not for the titans,,, begging my folk for cash when i ignite it 

 i can’t even hide the facts don’t go there if you wanna know potential deals laced w crack 
or spice, i don’t really know, but, i feel it when i write despite the moment spoken 
i was over toking, taken and tryna cheat on the game 

broken.. in my heart but hey im tryna speed run all of my art 
i used to take hours to write a verse and now i spit 24s 24 times in 24 hours 
don’t even matter, though, i’m just tryna break the flow 
it’s too over saturated when i go there mumbling mutters of destruction 

vibratory depression existentially guessing since a time when i was rinsing dishes 
shawty was taking cash letting me hit and call her princess 
with a leash around her throat but this was prior to all the dissing 
on my end post distance, i never cheated but i loved the game 


shit this shit is kickin in it’s getting flippant feeling all my words are far gone, 
instant dissociation feeling distant, but i ain’t gotta say it, the reprise never goes to plan, 
we couldn’t rehearse so we improvised the topic 

done with prior moments of trying to get locked in
dial in, speak upon the tao eternally burning me turning thee churning the ears.. 
you ain’t gotta pan for that effect when it be growing year by year… 
tao is the way type wu wei got me in sheboygan unemployed and making raps again,

that again, feeling zen, akin to acid folk tales spoke by brethren.. 
yo i’m at the location of gta 7 etchin plans for the future, gaping holes in my character, 
euhh, i’m stuck at a barrier 
i felt i bit a lyric but i couldn’t find it anywhere 

i’m contributing to local noise pollution,
tryna stack solutions,

01 fleece

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