Lyrics:
why they always talking,
why they always bubbly
until i sorta pop shit
tried out makin fun of me 
and now they tryna fuck with me,
and shorty tryna up a key 
im feelin like a locksmith,
conscious,
semi automatics and i call em 
subconscious 
sit on call with addicts,
flip a track its like bop itz,
grabbin some don julio,
and turn it to a movie hoe,
i call this track a new leo,
the stars in august,

people like to tell me they'll be there,
(but they wont)
i just lay awake at night and i stare,
(then i hope)
trapping me to shit that isn't fair,
(issa joke)
so  i do not produce, i got snare,
(its a rope)

so watch as you get caught up
they'll call you a primadonna
so grab a pen or a quill,
and you're Sodom 
I'll be Gomorrah,
destruction is a euphoria,
Rue the day getting gorier
who's to say that exploring a
part of yourself is horrible,
move the grove a' Dodona,
my problems are needing oracles
if the lord need my momma,
then im gonna need portal to,
heaven to come and visit 
enjoy the view, right in front of you
soon it will all be gone,
we are goners, 
and we are more than few

call up tell your family or cousins
you really love em,
tomorrow could be your cut and 
you're gone with no repercussions,
your life could be on a vinyl,
the needle just keep on runnin
till someone dont like the music
they come up and press the buttons,

im just kiddin,
fill your life up with drugs, sex, and money,
then be up at four AM and then drunk text ya buddies,
give a fuck of love for them till you're dumb, dead, and grubby
when really life could just be done, loved, spent, and studied,

must a' sucked for mom when she found out im not a golden child,
sometimes i was quiet and sometimes then i was going wild,
really wanted women and trippin till i was going miles,
and miles cause i dont know to dial, it back,

"Grove of Dodona" (Oddwin Rap Contest 2024)

draine.