Running my mouth
Used to think I'm see through I don't see you
Boy don't run in my house
Voices through the hall and all the people preaching, what an amount
Way too big to listen too and way too big to count, yeah
Find a new route, gotta go get in the distance
The difference is finding ya home or the sun coming down
**** ya circadian rhythm my nigga just go with the flow and then listen to sounds
Part of the reason the beasts and the Ghosts leave you 'lone is the goal at the end of your route
hope that you float when rebuilding the boat cause the rain coming down and this time you might drown nigga
I used to take L’s. Still do, but less of ‘em
Dance through the motions, sit still through the rest of ‘em
Billy boy, you silly boy. I chalk it up to Nicktoons
Ghosts in the clouds, steady tossing up the Drifloons
Hippie shit, the chakra speaking
Set in stone, the prophecy been speaking to me
Emerge from deep in the sea
Kaiju, the god’s iller
Never one to drop filler
Cut em til the crops on the plot touch the pop filter
You ****ing serpents in the tall grass
Why you talking when your sole purpose is to haul ass?
My day ones with them ray guns
Since you wanna claim to be a **** up you can stay one
I’m gone