[Verse 1: Doseone]
I'm not sure that's supposed to bend
Blood on the lens
I'm losing friends
Increasingly scared this is the end
This ayahuasca guy I see now and then
Sat me down all intense, just to ask if I like Eminem
Fuck is going on...
Scared vegetarians riding the jaguar god wrong
And I'm supposed to explain myself
Translate my pain into another's language of help
They find doable, before my funeral
Long as it's not too triggering, yet suitable for depth perception
Unto anyone listening in their direction
And I don't need a receipt for this bourbon
Like ever, it's going right on the hurting, not returning it never
Besides, I'm guessing
All my guardian angels are all out side-questing
Can hardly believe how tired I've been getting
Fools are all baby and wedding
And I'm all, "You know there is no dreaming of petting
In labs that do animal testing
Just a single arrow-shaped thought of escape, looping in place"
That's me, on a friend date... I break
Ice, like a mastodon, as long as the space heaters are on
Otherwise, it's me, taken by glaciers
Drifted in straits of the hater
My best, destined to emerge later
When I hit the equator, and thaw
I'll be there wearing various animals' jaws
Fangs, claws... Ready to stay raw
[Verse 2: Open Mike]
In my hood, I ain't recognized
And when I am then I'm petrified
Where's my paradise
My son's into the underground
Except for his old man
'Cause he ain't one of my hundred thou
Who's charting on the billboard
Catalog full of still born
Started small like I'm Gwildor
Buzz some peers would have killed for
I need more monthly listnors
I was born at the nursery
Perform at the anniversary
It's an honor and a privilege
Looking at me like I got a mouth full of gibberish
Yes I will die on the premises
With my imaginary nemesis
No need to hide any blemishes
My hairline's still significant, shit
I'm older than my barbers now
If I have to reach farther down
I hear creaking and popping
I bought some speakers and a walkman
I was a teacher, I'm exhausted
Yeah, I'm gone burst
I wrote this verse to the rhythm of a leaky faucet
I only eat secrets, I'm nauseous