lyrics:

(verse)
the clock’s ticking got me fading, i say hello
stairway to the stars, got the status of a pharaoh
not bad though but still attached to my young age
grateful ever since the sun came
the hourglass laughs and devours
uneasy with my thoughts so i put the music louder
so disconnected as i try to slow time
playing with these sentences just tryna make a dime
days of broken dreams and unspoken remorses
nothing what it seems, at least i’m not so hopeless (yes i’m not)
fuck you, you don’t know this
sorry for that though cause who knows shit (you know it?)
my potential is ineffable
misplaced around this people, man, i’m laughing though
hysterical, some petty hoes tryna reach my level
time be the judge but it’s no defender
life so strange at times, i don’t grasp it
already eighteen and i’m still so full of questions
and they say it’s a sign of understanding
well, i don’t understand it
my microcosm is collapsing
tryna change but the only change is that shit
falling in a black hole, and it’s not that sick
been pessimistic from the get-go, yes, i’m that sick
it’s tough to let go and it’s tough to grow, bitch
my world is like picasso, still wonder bout the purpose
caught up in a wirlwind, where the world ends
can’t describe it with these words, it’s otherworldly (check it)
it seems like it at the edge of it
time a magnet, i can feel myself vanishing
yes, i can feel myself vanishing
into a vortex where time and space are blending in
where time and space are blending in
future, past and present turn to unnecessary parenthesis.

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this cats back at it, I dabbled in black magic
double tapped that big boss rabbit and bought a jacket
what an awful habit, man I sound so white
but I don't play with my nose and you clowns don't bite
what if I just -----------, then call it a night
make somebody's momma jealous, do it all outta spite
I say what y'all is thinking, empty wallets what I'm reaping
but on the contrary I just caught an artist creeping
copy my discography, promise I'm eating your arteries
lick my fingers, put your carcass in the pockets of a demon and parking the beemer
done with all the talk, no meanin'
then tryna compensate with your confident demeanor
fussing over your watch like they don't do the same job as the one I copped straight out of a lil garage
the look on your face, priceless
mine is more discrete
so I'mma keep time while you keep lying to the streets
where your pops been livin
where the props you were given
where you end up in ten years, that is not your decision
no scope, I saw your homie got shot from a distance
walked off and all he got was the loftiest sentence
zero hesitation, please leave your reservations
otherwise you'll be a deleted scene in my basement
face it, I'm a machine, you seem basic
body your whole body of work and won't even trace it
enough said-
talk more trash than Beavis and Butt-Head
I'm leavin' your guts spread on the concrete
went from unkempt to on fleek
got words for critics refusing to let my songs speak
yugh


every verse that I've written is infinite potential 
plain and simple, Thiago Frazier came to tickle your fancies
the competition been getting a little antsy
like the parents of a kid when old men givin' em candy
listened to Randy, simply couldn't relate
there ain't nothing friendly in me, I'm just filled with this hate, uh
my generation got degenerate traits
and they eyes is bloodshot like DeGeneres' face, listen
I'm tryna get some some west Virginia plates
so I can take take my mountain mama on considerate dates
called upon the waiter, he delivered us steaks
topped us off with some water and then presented the cake
what a day, I heard em say that my flow so deadly
not to mention its frictionlessness holds go pros steady
roll up to your home in a rojo Chevy
cockadoodle, knock ya noodle, call it provolone spaghetti
I hope you ready, cuz my cadence real cold
I'm owed a peace of mind cuz my haters real old
it's like, over time they decided we past our prime
then I remind em why they had to retire
ya'll lack the shine that's packed inside this gift from god
that's why you bitin' lines like a fishing rod
my bars rip through tissue, no quick massage
I was brought up to be different, blow a kiss to mom
I see your seasonal depression finally kicking in
I need it to be freezing for the hits to begin
word gets around, I heard you gettin' riled up
but you in denial that I sit with style like indians

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06 - 444

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