Ok yuh skateboarding with grandma gang in the late morning til the afternoon soon ill be
On the moon wait- i am the moon i got writers block no ghostwriters in stock i might just
Take a walk and rock out to chronic zombies and twiztid i resisted thinking about murmurlirr
Thinkin of a truce might just try n produce a track with him diffuse the beef


Grandma gang on a chill day chillin top of the hill just hanging with grandma gang
No slanging no bangin just peace and its nice as hell no heated beefs no crack in the back
Of shacks with some flapjacks no balloons just grandma gang and some werthers originals

Man im boutta lose my mind writin these lyrics
But i may find some dope rhymes in a chill way but still until this writers block is gone
I feel i can't fulfill this rap maybe take a pill or two just wanna get away from all these gangs
Man i feel them infestin me man i swear they testin me i just wanna go suicide all around me
I just wanna move aside my human side is tryna get me away from the moon side i feel immune
To feelings on my moon side to dark for regular humans is where i like to reside but inside
I feel as if i died taken over by the darkness no sunglight only moon darkness blade with
The sharpness it walks across the road im ode to the moon