talking to myself
pace around the room
i’ve got friends in every corner trynna tell me what to do
i use money like vice
one i havent figured out
pony up or die
is it the process or the product but how i 

work all day
sleep all night (don’t even need to smoke)
i won’t die (i don’t even smoke)
till i retire

walking by myself
spinning in a circle while my eyes intake a smell
scented like a candle
it tells everybody else, “it’s okay to want and want as long as on your to purchase you pick up somebody else”
shopping in a circus how could i complain
entertain me all you want with shiny things
attention span is minimal my options remain limited, im tripping till i remember im only on this earth so i can

work all day
sleep all night (don’t even need to smoke)
i won’t die (i don’t even smoke)
till i retire

i couldn’t call them out if i wanted
(ain’t no power to the man, it’s just power to the muppet, keeping out of pictures trynna keep eyes on the public)
i’ve never been good at keeping pace
(ain’t no dignity in saying it if it’s gon keep erupting, keeping out the info and stacking up the clutter)
maybe that’s exactly what they wanted
picking pockets of people every day

ain’t no power to the man, it’s just power to the muppet. keeping out of pictures trynna keep eyes on the public.
ain’t no dignity in saying it if it’s gon keep erupting, keeping out the info and stacking up the clutter.

Power To The Muppet

cutting off these old chum asses
i don’t like the whole talk and talk and talk
butting into every situation
you ever wonder why i don’t talk a lot? mm
“you’ve got a big mouth”
yes i do bitch, what the problem?
i can be hypocritical as long as i still look awesome

get paid hoe
i get paid hoe
i get paid hoe
get fucking paid hoe
get paid hoe
i get paid hoe
i get paid hoe
get fucking paid hoe

Officially Cutting Off Any/All Chum-Asses

what we want
we wanna get down, taking pictures with a phone
system shuttin down, when the USB wasn’t unplugged
rip my ssd
that new mixtape was enough to get me out the heat
guess it’s right back to the stove

bumming it, bumming it, bumming it to the stove

moonlight brighter than morning
eyes are open, they’re bugging
files are cracked and exported
no new checks on my mixes
i don’t trust a performer
i don’t dap an exciter
i just touch the controller
and that heat come like lightning
come on boy, come on boy, come on 
i know you want a check
that don’t come with the music, that’ll come with the rest
come with 2 fancy cars
and a whole lotta depression
cuz you shot for the stars
and ended up a pedestrian 
and ended up a pedestrian 

wow
we wanna get down, taking pictures with a phone
system shuttin down, when the USB wasn’t unplugged
rip my ssd
that new mixtape was enough to get me out the heat
guess it’s right back to the stove

bumming it, bumming it, bumming it to the stove

RIP SSD

my morning rolled in bed
she calls and talks in circles
i caught the only thread
it’s wrapped around my mental
spending another day
inside this same old room
i’ll hide and rot away
the sun isnt my mood

smoked weed til i couldn’t feel my face
turned dust to the only thing i taste
i’m rubbed wrong, spinning in a cage
where’d the cash go in one day?
comb the hair outta my face
stay away from the same things that i told u to play with
go fuck urself
running in place, i know you know that it’s all a mistake

my morning rolled in bed
she calls and talks in circles
i caught the only thread
it’s wrapped around my mental
spending another day
inside this same old room
i’ll hide and rot away
the sun isnt my mood

Power To The Muppet

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