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Pull in the cellar cause the cell reception is ****

Sellin, sellin' night and hematite, broken heart and kids

Threw my porridge into portion-sized, catalystic kits

Complimenting cartilige 'cause I admire all your bits

I've been packaging these frames, sending info to your hips

Thinkin' mental thoughts, deranged

While my mind's full eclipse

My eyes will make their way to your cold and lonely lips

Venturing inside of you, a ***ual apocalypse, but

I still convince myself I'm fallin' behind

Doin' laps around these average rappers, thinkin' they fine

Honestly, I'd ride the end of it all, one step at a time

The blood leads to the latter as I begin to climb

I'm sick of this one, I'm hella inclined

My third eye pulsate when I'm spittin' a rhyme

Now, pull back, boppin' kid that's finer than wine

I don't sip, spark that spliff to save the time

And I'm gone

It's a bedroom saga

Puffin' *********

Gettin' high all night

Time will tell if he fell off the stoop, and he slips

Streaming flight

Elevate from the right conscious mind

That I had upon a time

'Cause the timing was never ******* right

And when I go, don't row down the stream

Place your oars to the right

I'mma stomach all this nonsense

Offset and upset, forget

Everything you know

Gotta roll with the process

Balancing your energy

Learning how to just let go, let go

Of your fears and your demons

'Cause you're simply dreaming

These four walls are bleeding the color of bleeding

Don't know what I'm seein'

Or what to believe in

Just give me a reason to roll with the seasons

I'll go

Uh, yeah, I said I'll go, ****, hah

I said I'll go, yeah, okay

I said I'll go. (uh)

Dismembering what's left of my head

Bury it under cobblestone

And wash my hands of this dread

I'm ******* sick of being vital

'Cause this world is a land

Where opportunity exists but never goes as planned

So you can party 'til the sun up

I've been smokin' all night

Trying to find myself

'Cause I've been this, this, ******' whole night

Oh my, smokin' until my stomach says I'm alright

But I've never wanted to end it more in my whole life

Being content is something I can't do

I've been posted on these stairs hoping you'd come through

Drag me up them, if you can, make me feel brand-new

Or leave me sitting at the bottom, feelin' deja-vu

I'm ******* stuck on you, hoping you're stuck on me

And most of the time I lay here, pondering what we could be

Just a boy in his castle with some THC

'Cause gas and guns is simply my key, baby

I don't ******' know what I'm doing anymore, man

Like, I don't know if I want to do this music ****

Ugh, I don't know who the **** I want to deal with

Like, I don't know what I'm doin

Just livin, that type of ****, yeah

I love you