[Verse 1]
I’m such a workaholic, got this intoxicated passion
I’m drunk off inspiration, so doped off illustration
Got my dopamine rush, just a chronic mask debater
It feels good being left out, yeah you’re a masturbator
Meet the master creator, I craft plasters after factors
Much greater, beat experiment
They always say to pay attention, hating on my self awareness
I’m connected to everything apparent
Their focus isn’t inherent, it’s more so coherent
Get attention for entertainment
Fuck what you seek, I keep it moving
Yeah don’t trеat me so inhuman, I won’t tolerate narcissist bullshit
I nеver want it if not needed, so keep your self perfected image
To yourself, say fuck my help
Claim that I don’t do nothing else, yeah don’t you ever play yourself
Yeah, at least I show gratitude even when I am disowned
Keeping it grown, I learn my lessons
Take accountability for what I don’t progress in
I’ll heal myself and that there is progression
Unlicensed lecturer, this here’s my profession
Heavy working as the pain lessens
Now what’s the outbox message, profound ingressed connections
These off the vault bars are keeping me protected
A lone wolf, one man army, I’m taking a new direction
Upon it’s heavy reflection, this one carefully selected
Found a purpose in life, in which I’m blessed with
Phrenology explorer, I’m expanding frontal cortex
She just want more sex, bitch head to your corvette
Go pray to your lord yes, practice on more respect
Lyrical gains for core reps, you know I been set
How much I bench press is how I mental deadlift
Got my mind out the mud now I’m living so grand
Off the hook, sweet as candy, say Aquaman times three
Provocatively seen in your dream, you want me dead in those scenes
See these words are play dough, clay fully, playful
Spin around the dreidel, demonic traits but got a face of an angel
Display in your face tricks like double u
Your friend ain’t cute so I’m dubbing you
[Chorus]
I’m off the vault spitting, you know I’m highly gifted
I’m off the vault spitting, these lyrics my composition
I’m off the vault spitting, in tune with my own vision
I’m off the vault spitting, my inner voice listens

[Verse 2]
Hide and go seek, when I was searching felt the pressure
The hermit meditated to New Hampshire
I’ma be ready, whether you not
For all fated abundance, took my shot at the top
I’ve seen it all to get where I got, it’s an assured guaranteed lock