[Verse 1]
C.I.A
Dead passion in pen in the past how it went
Not how you wish a blackout event
Blowing ash on the pan, the package is sent
Actions romantic, back to the entrance
Look dumb, kickin' raps in the end
Too attached to convention
All believe back in suspension, getting brash for the tension
Blast me a mission, I can manufacture that into a splash in the system, stack it against them
Cracked signs cracked in the head
You tossing up just anything thing you fucking had
Cause you win some, you lose some, lotta people lose solely
The bruised soul needed new scroll to muse fully
Current mood is mute cold, hues wolly
Pale moon cruise over, can't choose peace, something gotta move forward
Gray sky, we're reaching new lows, a cruel glow to stew over
I ain't wake up to a day I wanna do sober
Geeked up, I never move slower, true knower
Light body, big mind
So smart to keep a knife on me inside
Rich mindset, walking on a thin line
No inside voice, talk to God, they inclined
Not the rent high, son of no shame
Guns in each house, money Cocaine, clutter opaque
Fuck whatever process, returning false Facebook prophet, shitposts that God sent
Notes full of nonsense, spam lord flood the advertising
Data breach dogma, hit it on the logo like Dončič
You see me bottlenecked and guarded, we about to get it started
Need more opulent in garment, type of shit I read like
[?] obelisk beg your pardon
[Interlude]
What's the difference?
Emergent behavior and a plan of mutations
And inventions. I think it all happens before it happens, but really though new inertial reference frames create new rest states
You need to find peace and maturity. One day that peace will then find itself in you
Peace of shit
And that's where you will be
It's no wonder we get lost

[Verse 2]
Spawn in start killing, all hard feelings
Call it like it is, the car fillin'
Pesticide the heart, I'm part wheelin'
The art is just a couple bars, you start pillin'
Whittled to the dark, black gold, watch Walmart drillin' worth
Going this far, tear apart millions, they're the arc's villains
Formskates, big tank terror and more labor
Score saviors, warface, quick bank error in your favor
Thank you core haters
Trying hard not to lie dormant
4 body problem, apologize tourist
Body mind bullshit, tall and wide orders
You topple like the courier, you're like how can I hold this? It's all on my shoulders, I can't
Still not, still not my motherfuckin'
Still not my motherfuckin' problem till it is now
Still not, still not my motherfuckin' problem till it is now
Till it is now
It's not my mo-