honestly, i can tell she like my swag but it makes me wonder why she rlly wan talk 2 me 🧐
scab tee on  my back, poppin tags 
at my show n i’m smoking trees 
they tryna get behind the stage, bouncer ain’t even got a page 
clothes flying on a plane, flipped em, i don’t even gotta pay 
walk time, stay in place 
real life feels like kayfabe
i was born on hallows eve, it’s the only way thatd i’d stay 
there’s magic in the tru night, new moon it’s a new day 
tripping like a deadhead, franklin with a blue face! 
mold me from the clay, feeling lost feeling true pain 
like a llama spittin on the beat, pitched fixed like T pain 
i got tasco from the market, spilled it got a tea stain 
i wake up with bedhead get dressed n i still slay 
i got my beanie on look like an uruk-hai 
i don’t gotta stress it’s not do or die 
if i let go then i’ll feel fine 
chasing racks in a trance, in a bind 
i keep my roots low n my leaves high 
dam u 2 slow for that STI
like J Lo where my boots lie
i stand 10 toes but i look fly
blue man group 300 pockets 
no plumber, got leaky faucets 
BTC digi wallet 
i’m smokin splifffys like comets 
i don’t got time 2 read comments, i’m at the spot or i’m walking 
my canvas splattered like polluck
i read the leaves like a prophet 
i flip my jeans for the profit 
asking if i want promotion, u got ulterior motives 
i run the styx i don’t cross it 
think i need a diagnosis im feelin so fuckin nauseous 
smoke that doja imma boss bitch 
don’t like me, well they just talkin

12 Kayfabe

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