Words like tire waves will sweep me off like quiet caves and
*** my fireplace and tell me why I lie awake
The moon's got a grudge, it's trying to hold me
My hands won't budge, as it cooks them out slowly
My words are spurred and perfect, I'm a surgeon with a scalpel
Work until of her precision, it's inertia and balance of
Boredom and annoyance at my past work, I'm scared of it
And all these * people see me, it's my first experiment
So back on my bullshit like an addict relapsing
I'm her, how I act like lateral passing
My passion back with it, haven't been tatted in black
And you feel what I'm saying, no matter if it's fats or I'm capping you
High school ass like flatulence bladder
And lathered on a bathroom wall with gold plastered in
Last year I had me acting like a rat in a lab
But this year I found out
I was charging battery acid
Had to throw out my fruits and add
Get my old groove back
And new name Mr. Bloom only speaks through facts
Maybe, cause it stayed confusing to its cast
And everybody already * knew that
Words like tidal waves will sweep me off my quiet caves and
*** my fireplace and tell me why I lie awake
The moon's got a grudge, it's trying to hold me
My hands won't budge, as it cooks them out slowly
Now I don't get the stress and emphasis that meant to be identity
All my * friends are mental entities and that's the end of it
Concept is elementary, like jotted rhetoric
You can see a head correct to fit it in a song, bruh
It's coming on my head erect, so ask the head of Manga
Slipped through the cracks like Askelos and Hockey Buzz
Kath told me I knew one way was not enough
Got that * banged, call it potty funk
Got a right of way, so I'm okay with the tight shifts
Even my days, wide caves, hidden eyelids
All these tired days, skies will rain on my craze
Turned vibrant, no precipitation
Sides of flakes from my eyes, straight to * prove
If you're older than me, you'll soon be older than
I'll soon run ahead of him like mortal rodents in a cobra's den
Swither and shiver, and he knows flow is colder than
So hit me in my DMs if you know what kind of codes he lent
Words like tidal waves will sweep me off my quiet caves and
*** my fireplace and tell me why I lie awake
The moon's got a grudge, it's trying to hold me
My hands won't budge, as it cooks them out slowly
My hands won't budge, as it cooks them out slowly
Words like tidal waves will sweep me off my quiet caves and
*** my fireplace and tell me why I lie awake
The moon's got a grudge, it's trying to hold me
My hands won't budge, as it cooks them out slowly
My hands won't budge, as it cooks them out slowly
My hands won't budge, as it cooks them out slowly